Jk Height In Feet Novels & Stories

Unfortunately. "I wouldn't be responsible for what happens if you keep staring at me like that," his voice snapped me out of my trance. My eyes widened at how close his face was to mine. I batted my eyelashes in shock and cleared my throat. I wiggled out of his grip and landed on the ground. I almost sprained my leg upon landing. He is so far from the ground. Just how tall is he? "Seven foot three inches," he said. "Huh?"

Robin asked in a loud voice. Jada looked at RJ. His face was flushed. RJ was as good-looking as the rest of the boys. He stood at 6”1, with a fair complexion and an athletic build. His Chinese lineage was evident in his charming almond eyes. “Shut up, dude!” he snapped, lightly elbowing Robin.

I race home as fast as I can and slam the front door shut when I enter my loft. I toss my things on the kitchen counter and get ready to unleash hell. “JARTRE!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Not even a full second passes before Jartre is standing before me in the living room in all his 7’9” glory. That electric energy fills the room, blanketing me with comfort, but I don’t let it distract me. He graces me with a warm smile, but it quickly vanishes when he sees the fury I am directing at him.