Chapter 366
Jake’s point of view
Panic jolted through me, and I desperately tried to mask it with a forced, empty chuckle. "Me? Jealous over you? No... haha. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, right? That’s physically impossible."
"Right. I totally believe you," she sighed, entirely bored. "Now get the hell out of my room and let me read in peace without your constant bothering."
I took two heavy steps closer to the bed, my stubbornness flaring. "What the hell are you even reading? Show me the book."
"It’s none of your business," she snapped, aggressively hiding it behind her back. "Get out.
I leaned my massive torso straight over her on the mattress, completely pinning her beneath my shadow. With a lightning-fast, sudden movement, I aggressively ripped the book straight out of her hand. She bolted upright, her fingers tightly locking around my wrist as anger flushed her face. "Jake... give the goddamn book back to me right now! Stop being pathetic!"
"And what if I don’t give it back?" I mocked with a childish, provoking smirk. "What the hell are you going to do about it?"
"Jake... stop this childish, desperate playing around," she ordered, her tone turning dead serious.
I lifted my hand high in the air, holding the book entirely out of her reach as I leaned my torso back with total confidence. "Come on... take it from my hand if you’re actually capable."
Her eyes ignited with a dangerous fire. "You know damn well that I can take it."
"Go ahead... I want to see you try with my own two eyes. Show me your skills." I stared down at her with a mocking smile, fully expecting her to jump around like an idiot to reach my hand, or violently throw her weight over me to tear it away.
But that beautiful, unhinged witch completely paralyzed my brain and shattered my composure with what she did next.
She smoothly pushed herself up onto the tip of her toes. Her small, burning hands firmly clamped around my jawline and my face, and she violently drove her cherry lips straight against mine in a crushing, frantic, and scalding kiss that entirely robbed the oxygen from my lungs and blasted my consciousness into absolute oblivion.
The rapid, frantic thudding of my heart violently accelerated in a split second, and my hand still raised high in the air froze solid for a succession of agonizing moments under the sheer weight of the shock.


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