Chad dragged a hand down his face as he stepped into the hallway.
He had walked out on Jasmine, but it wasn't the end. He just needed a moment to understand what the hell was going on.
Jasmine's words still rang in his head, repeating constantly.
He couldn't help but think about the way she had said it, as if she hated admitting it, as though she was fighting whatever she felt. He couldn't blame her. He himself couldn't even say the words. Did he feel it, or did he not?
And the worst part was, he felt something too. A flutter in his chest, one he had only ever felt for Ava.
His steps quickened, his palm forming a fist. He didn’t know what pissed him off more. Was it the look on Jasmine’s face, how broken she had looked over something that wasn’t even real? Or was it the fact he actu
