“I’m not going, Jasmine. we need to talk. I know you’re angry with me but we need to figure this out. So it’s either I wait for you to calm down so we can talk or we talk right now.” He says and I’m too weak for this. I don’t have the time for such annoying conversations. I pick myself up and head to my room because I don’t have the time to tolerate Draven right now. I need to take a nap or something.
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For some reason, I feel extra rested after my nap. I almost forgot all the s**t that happened. I check the time and it’s after midnight I turn to my side and my heart skips a bit.
He’s laying down in my bed and he’s fast asleep.
This man has the audacity. What is this? As much as I am angry at him I can’t help but think about how cute and peaceful he looks sleeping in my bed. I k
