Jasmine's POV
My fingers touched my lips, still tingling from the kiss.
Dominic had driven me back to the bus stop in silence, the tension thick enough to choke on. Before I got out, he turned to me, eyes shadowed with regret.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
"It's—it's fine."
"No, it's not. You told me you weren't interested, and I crossed a line anyway. I'm sorry, Jasmine."
I'd nodded, unable to form words, and fled from his car like it was on fire.
Now, walking back toward Christopher's neighborhood, my heart still hammered against my ribs.
The kiss had been...
I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing pulse.
The kiss had been everything.
Gentle and devastating all at once. Dominic's mouth on mine, his hand cupping my face with such tenderness it made
