Jas.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes boring into mine. “Then help me understand. Help me make sense of why you would throw yourself at a man you barely know, when I warned you that he isn't who you think, that something was off about him.”
What did that even mean? I didn't ask him though, because I hated how he phrased his words. What did he mean “throw myself” like I was some cheap w***e.
“He hasn’t done anything to hurt me,” I said, trying to keep my voice down. “You keep saying he’s ‘off,’ but you won’t tell me what that means.”
“Because it’s a gut feeling,” he snapped. “Because something about that man doesn’t sit right with me, and I trusted you to feel it too.”
I shook my head slowly. “This isn’t about you trusting your gut. This is about you trying to control my li
