Chapter Thirty-One.

Jaselle's P O V.

While I was expecting he apologizes to me and promise to set me on the next plane home, I never realized how dangerously close to each other we both were.

So close that whenever I drew in a breathe, it was clouded with his intoxicating scent.

In all my days of hating him, I never expected us to be in such a position after having our very first simple conversation that didn't involve hate and disgust amongst all other explosive emotions that were very much mutual.

He still remained silent and I had no idea what was going on in his head neither could I stop my eyes from looking at his side view like a creep.

At least the first time, I was trying to be discreet about it. But right now, I'm fully staring!

His jet black hair seemed to be as soft as wet wool and the way it curled all over his head was an interesting sight to behold.

Girl, how have I never paid this much attention to him before now??

"Maybe because it's because you've only ever wanted to smack him in t