Jasmine
I had almost forgotten Jason shared the elective with me.
For the past few weeks, he had kept his distance—a small mercy after what happened at the diner. Whatever Davin had said that night seemed to have bruised his pride enough to stop him from approaching me, and I had been more than happy to pretend he was just another student occupying the far side of the laboratory.
Then I looked up from my titration and found him two stations away, watching me, and he did not bother to look away when our eyes met.
Something about the way he looked at me made the hairs on the back of my neck lift. It wasn’t the familiar, wounded look I’d grown used to. He was studying me now.
I broke eye contact first and returned my focus to the burette. Ignoring him had worked during the previous sessi
