I sit up fully, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “Can’t I just stay here forever?” I mumble, rubbing my eyes. “You won’t even notice I’m here. I’ll just hide in the corner and only breathe every other hour.”
Jasmine lets out a short, amused laugh. “Unfortunately, no. This is my secret place. And I still need my privacy. But… you’re welcome to crash here anytime your mental health decides to jump off a cliff.”
I blink at her, then chuckle despite myself. It’s probably the kindest offer I’ve had in a long time. But the moment doesn’t last. The thought of going back there… to him… makes my stomach twist.
I feel heat crawl up my neck as the memories slam into me over and over again—Jack’s mouth on my skin, his hands claiming every inch of me like he had every right because I belon
