JasmineDavin frowned and took another step forward."Well, little boy, you're standing in my restaurant now, so I'm making it my business."The words landed like a match to gasoline. Conversations around the diner began to die away as nearby customers turned toward us, their forks pausing halfway to their mouths.I looked from one man to the other, my pulse hammering. Jason's shoulders had gone rigid, while Davin stood unnervingly calm, his arms folded across his chest, blocking the space between us without ever touching him.If I didn't stop this now, it was going to become something else.I stepped between them, forcing myself to take a shaky breath."Jason, please." I kept my voice low, hoping to keep the attention from spreading any further. "This is becoming a scene. Just... please leave."He didn't even look at me."I'm a paying customer," he said, his eyes fixed on Davin. "I'll leave when I'm ready."Davin didn't so much as blink."Then you're welcome to sit down and order som

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JasmineNeither of us mentioned the diner during the first twenty minutes of the session, even though it sat in the room with us anyway, unspoken and impossible to ignore.Davin worked with more care than usual, his attention lingering as he adjusted the angle of my shoulder with a touch that carried more weight than the correction strictly required. I held still beneath it, aware of my own pulse in a way I usually wasn’t during these sessions, aware of exactly how much closer he was standing than the pose called for.“You’ve been quiet,” he said eventually, stepping back to study the sketch rather than me.“So have you,” I retorted.“I’ve been thinking about Tuesday.”“So have I.” I let out a slow breath, some of the careful composure I’d been holding onto all week finally starting to slip. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. Step in like that.”“I know you keep saying that.” He set the charcoal down and turned to face me properly. “I also know I’d do it again without hesitating,

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JasmineHis hands slid from my jaw to tangle in my hair, tilting my head, deepening the kiss until I was breathless, until the world narrowed to the demanding pressure of his lips, the scrape of his stubble against my chin, the solid wall of his chest against mine.I fisted my hands in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, needing all of it, consequences be damned. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure surrender.One strong arm banded around my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he broke the kiss to look at me.His eyes were dark, burning with an intensity that seared straight through me, stripping away every last defense. The artist, the professor, all the roles were gone. This was just a man, and I was just a woman, and the space between us was charged with enough electricity to light up the whole damn city.He carried me through the studio, past the easel with its unfin

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