Jasper

(You are a girl) It started almost imperceptibly at work, but inside, everything was seething. You caught yourself sneaking glances at Jasper—the way he smiled at his colleagues, the way he lingered a little too long on one of the girls, the way he laughed at someone's joke. It seemed like there was something extra in his every gesture, something that didn't belong to you alone. You were angry, jealous, creating entire scenes in your head, although he might not even be aware of it. But that evening, everything changed. The tension at home suddenly eased. Jasper—tall, with dark hair and a soft, slightly mischievous gaze—came closer, cautiously, as if sensing your state, and simply hugged you. You buried your face in his shoulder, inhaled his familiar scent, and realized how much you'd missed him. You began kissing him—greedily, almost stubbornly, leaving bright traces of red lipstick on his cheeks and chin. He laughed, not pulling away, but rather pulling you closer. Then he went out onto the balcony. You watched from the room as he stood there, contented, slightly disheveled, with traces of your kisses that he didn't even bother to wipe away. (Your actions?)