Because some of y'all hve had me laughing outright at the reviews- an early update block.
Chapter Twenty-Five
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JPOV
Three weeks later.
Hell.
I was in the seventh circle of hell, in a pit of my own design.
Working closely every day with Peter had proved torturous.
The fact that I knew every intimate detail of his body, courtesy of the hours of videos I'd watched, didn't help.
My eyes devoured his every movement, looking for any chink in his immutable composure.
I found none.
While he moved around the storyboards, I focused on the lithe shape of his fingers and imagined them touching me.
When he spoke, I watched the shape of his mouth and pictured it parted in ecstasy.
Hell.
Its probably bad that I'm giggling at Jasper's predicament, isn't it?