“So, what happened between you and Adan?” Jasmine asked, grabbing potato salad.
I took the spoon from her once she was finished and gnawed on the inside of my cheek. If she and Adan were mates, I really didn’t think that she would want to know. I didn’t want her to hate me, especially because we were close friends now.
“We dated,” I finally said, knowing that I shouldn’t lie to her. “Not for that long.”
Jasmine pressed her lips together. “Did you really?”
“Yes,” I said, turning toward her. “It was a long time ago.”
To me, it felt like forever ago, but really, it was only mere weeks since the last time we were together. I had tried so hard to forget that night, but it was ingrained in my memory forever.
The blood on his hands. The smile on his face. The nerves zipping through my body.
