(Jasper’s POV)
The salty ocean spray mixes with cigarette smoke as I take another drag.
My lungs burn, but I don't care. I've already smoked a pack tonight, and it's not even midnight.
I can't stop thinking about Scarlett walking away with him.
Dorian.
Just saying his name in my head makes me want to punch something. The waves crash against the rocks below, loud and angry, just like me.
Headlights cut through the darkness. I don't have to turn around to know who it is. My blood goes from ice cold to boiling hot in seconds.
He gets out of his fancy black car, all smooth and put-together in his expensive suit. Like he owns the whole damn world. He walks toward me like he has all the time in it.
"Jasper." His voice is calm. Too calm.
I don’t respond.
There’s too much I want to say
