"Don't make empty promises that you forget the next day." Jasmine Yale reminded him, "This is the last chance. If you do something that disappoints me greatly, I won't give you another opportunity."
He kissed her cheek, "Well, I'm very grateful for this chance."
"I heard you apologized to Yukon."
"Why does he tell you everything?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, "What's there to talk about?"
"If he didn't tell me, you certainly wouldn't." Jasmine Yale knew he valued his pride.
"The past is the past, no need to bring it up." He said lightly, "Stick with me, I won't let you suffer. What he can do, I can do too."
Jasmine Yale said nothing, just looked at him, and hugged his waist.
She rarely took the initiative like this. Sylvan Cheney felt a tightness in his abdomen, and intense desire colored his eyes crimson.
He pulled her closer into his embrace, his large hand caressing her waist, lowering his voice, full of huskiness and hoarseness, "I checked, at seven months, we can..."
