Jasmine
If I could stop thinking about it, I would. But I can’t.
I’m at Betty’s apartment, sitting on her bed, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop, but I can’t make out the image in front of me. My finger is pressed against the mouse, just slowly feeling its slick touch as though that’s the only thing that can keep me in the present so I don’t go back to that moment.
I can almost feel his eyes burning against my lips, a desperate hunger that makes me breathless.
No! f**k!
“Jasmine.”
My body flinches, my eyes darting to Betty as she walks into the room.
“Hm.” Her brows furrow. “I swear I turned on the AC; why are you sweating so much?” she mouths before walking towards me.
My heart skips a beat, my palm sliding across my temple.
I force an awkward chuckle, “It’s nothin
