Jasmine
The sharp, insistent rapping on the door cut through the haze of lust. We both froze, our heads snapping toward the sound. For a second, neither of us moved, our bodies locked in a suspended state of disbelief.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It was louder this time, more demanding.
Who the hell was it?
Then a voice came. “Jasmine?”
My blood turned cold as I recognized the voice—it was Bella.
Davin stood immediately, but I caught his wrist. “Don’t move,” I whispered, “she’s gonna hear you.”
Another knock. “Jas, I know you’re home. Your light is on, open up.”
I looked around the apartment, trying desperately to think of somewhere he could disappear without immediately being discovered.
The living room was too open, the kitchen had nowhere useful to hide, and the bathroom was too clos
