Jasmine
My apartment suddenly felt different with Davin inside it. Smaller. More personal.
Davin looked around. I crossed my arms. “What?”
“Nothing.”
I eyed him. “You’re absolutely judging my couch.”
“Well… It’s aggressively patterned.”
I huffed, feigning annoyance. “You know, I think you should leave.”
He laughed. “You invited me.”
“I can revoke invitations.”
“Noted.”
I rolled my eyes and kicked off my shoes while Davin took off his coat and folded it over the back of a chair.
I walked toward the kitchen. “What can I offer you? I have wine.”
His lips twitched. “Sure, I’ll have a glass of wine.”
My eyes shot to him, one brow raised. “But you already had some.”
“It’s just one glass of wine, Jasmine; it’s not that serious really,” he said, “plus, I’m not driving tonight.”
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