If someone had told me that Jasper would show up at my door wearing a pair of black trousers and a silk floral-print shirt only buttoned halfway, I’m not sure I would’ve believed them. I also don’t think I would’ve thought that outfit would make my mouth go dry. Yet here we are. “Wow.” I use every ounce of self-control I have to pry my eyes away from his exposed chest and back up to his eyes. “Serving some Harry Styles realness, are we?” He nods, and his smile changes in a way I may not understand, but do like. “Just hoping for a little watermelon sugar.” My jaw drops open.
