LOGINJasmine’s POV The city skyline glittered below the penthouse terrace, lights reflecting in the river like a thousand tiny stars. I leaned against the railing, glass of champagne in hand, feeling the cool night air brush over my skin. Alexander was beside me, quiet for once, and that in itself made me curious. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight,” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. He turned to me, that familiar half-smile tugging at his lips, eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite read. “I’m just… thinking,” he said, his voice low. I raised an eyebrow. “About what?” “About us,” he replied simply. His hand brushed mine, warm and steady. My pulse quickened, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. Something was different tonight. He took a deep breath, then bent to his knee so suddenly I nearly dropped my champagne. “Alexander—” “Jasmine,” he said, voice steady, fierce with certainty, “I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my life. Every day since has been better beca
Jasmine’s POV Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and somehow, the world outside the penthouse ceased to matter as much. Life with Alexander had settled into a rhythm that was both intoxicating and effortless despite the occasional sparks of disagreement that flared between us. Mornings were our favorite. I’d wake to sunlight spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, brushing against Alexander’s shoulders as he slept, chest rising and falling steadily. He always woke before I did, but he never moved just let me watch him, the softest part of him revealed only to me. “I can’t believe you’re awake,” he would murmur when I finally stirred. “I’ve been watching you,” I’d reply, teasing, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Careful, or you’ll start charging for the view.” He’d groan, hand threading through my hair, tugging me closer. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” I’d say with a grin, “but you love it.” And he did. He loved it, and I knew it, and somehow that made our ordin
Jasmine’s POV The penthouse was quiet again, but it wasn’t the same calm as before. The city outside continued its endless rhythm, lights flickering against the windows, but inside, everything felt slowed, suspended. Alexander and I lay tangled on the couch, skin still warm, breaths uneven, hearts still racing from the intensity we had just shared. I traced lazy circles along his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath my fingers. Every so often, his hand would find mine, squeezing gently, grounding me, reminding me I was here with him and nowhere else. “I can’t believe how easy it is with you,” I murmured, voice husky from exertion, from the intimacy we had shared, from the way his presence had become a part of me I didn’t even notice until it was gone. He chuckled softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “Easy? You make it sound like torture,” he teased, though there was warmth in his tone. His thumb traced a lazy path across my knuckles. “Torture,” I said, smi
Alexander’s POV The moment she walked into the room, my control slipped. Not completely, but enough to make my chest tighten, my pulse race. Jasmine was mine always had been but tonight, the heat radiating from her, the subtle sway of her body, the way her eyes lingered on me… it made everything else disappear. I closed the distance between us before she could react. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against me. She gasped softly, and the sound, so small, so intimate, hit me like fire. “You’re driving me insane,” I murmured against her ear, lips brushing the lobe. “I like that,” she whispered back, pressing herself closer, hips tilting into mine. I kissed her then, deep and demanding, teeth and tongue teasing, lips parting in a rhythm we both knew well. My hands roamed freely, mesmerized, yet eager for every inch of her familiar curves. She responded instantly, hands gripping my shoulders, nails tracing patterns that left faint marks, evidence of her need. She pul
Jasmine’s POV The penthouse was quiet, as it always was when the city lights spilled in, casting streaks of gold and blue across the polished floors. I had been here a hundred times with Alexander, but tonight, there was a tension in the air, the kind that made my pulse quicken before a single word was spoken. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me with that slow, calculating look I had come to know so well. Not predatory never but with a quiet intensity that always made my chest tighten. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he murmured, stepping closer. I smirked faintly. “I’ve been adjusting,” I teased, but even as I said it, I felt a thrill run through me. Adjusting… to him, to us, to everything we had been building. He shook his head, smiling that small, private smile that made my heart skip. “You’re ridiculous.” I didn’t answer. I just watched him, the way his eyes darkened slightly, the way his hands flexed at his sides. I knew that look it was the look of a m
Alexander’s POV I noticed the shift long before she admitted it. It wasn’t in what she said Jasmine was careful with words when she felt exposed. It was in the way she moved, the subtle hesitations in her usual ease, the slight tension in her shoulders even as she walked barefoot across the penthouse we shared. This place was ours or at least it should have felt that way but tonight, I could tell, something was off. Something quietly pressing at her from the inside. Risk. That was the word she didn’t say. We had left dinner without incident. Ordinary. Comfortable. We were routine in our late-night drives, the city stretching and curving around us as if we owned it, yet tonight it felt like a living thing observing us. Jasmine sat beside me, fingers loosely interlaced, gaze fixed on the streets illuminated in streaks of neon and white light. I could see the reflection of the city in her eyes, and yet… she wasn’t fully present. Not to me. Not to herself. “You don’t have to disap







