Chapter 19

I handed Jasper a tissue, and he let out a grateful groan as he took it from me.

"You probably think I'm a wimp, a cry baby," Jasper muttered, blowing his nose.

I quickly spoke up, trying to clarify, "No, Jasper, I actually find it endearing when guys are in touch with their emotions."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my cheeks turned red with worry that he might misunderstand my intentions. Did I just sound like a creep who hits on men when they cry?

Jasper chuckled, finally breaking the tension. "You're funny, Jasper!" I protested.

"It's hilarious!" he retorted, using an annoying sing-song voice.

With a mischievous mood, I grabbed a cushion and initiated another thrilling pillow fight. We both ended up on the carpeted floor, gasping for breath and feeling drained. As I regained my composure, I glanced over at Jasper. His smile had returned, and whatever had been bothering him earlier appeared to have dissipated. I decided not to pry into his private affairs, assuming that it was a