KASMINE.
I stirred restlessly on my bed, tangled in the sheets, still as restless as I had been three days ago after saying those hurtful things I said to Kester in his car.
Three days. Three whole days since, I had torn into Kester with words meant to rip him apart. And they had.
I knew it the moment I said them. Knew it by the way his grip had loosened on my chin, the brief flicker in his eyes before they turned ice-cold. I knew it when he let me walk away without another word or a fight.
That was the part that hurt the most.
I replayed the events and conversations in my head, and sincerely, I realized that he didn't deserve those cruel words. I had let my anger and jealousy take over.
I hadn't set my eyes on him after that evening. I hadn't seen him at the office all day Friday. W
