Their eyes locked, Sienna watched as Jasper’s hands moved downward in her peripheral vision. It’s like it creates some kind of emotional feedback, and yeah, it got really loud. “Doesn’t look to me like you’re doing much to try to get rid of them,” Jasper said flippantly. And it was really fucking disruptive. He let his tongue graze her calf and swept upward in one motion from ankle to knee, causing her to quiver and shake with anticipation. But as soon as he reached her panties, Sienna’s walls flew back up, halting all progress and emotion. But I definitely recognized a kindred spirit, even though I didn’t understand it at the time.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sienna asked. Sorry,” Sienna replied, trying to stay outwardly calm. She was so angry, it was all she could do to keep from screaming. “I guess it was a phase or something. “I can’t read you without coloring your emotions with my own,” Jasper responded. Mostly outcast types, street performers, con artists, psychics, sex workers, career gamblers, the kinds of people who can make a living out of knowing what other people are thinking. But this time, Jasper was aware of her waiting trauma response. And then the anger bubbled up again, but this time it was definitely hers.
