JASMINE
Blake’s scent entered my nose. I turned to see him sitting down next to me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I replied, looking at him. “Nice speech.”
“Thanks.”
“Sorry again about your dad,” I said, feeling emotional, touching his leg.
“Thanks.” He looked down at his hands.
“I see you recovered finally.”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to text you, but I got caught up in pack duty stuff. I had to visit all the families of the fallen warriors and meet with the priest. It’s honestly been a lot.” He sighed. We sat silently together for a bit and then he spoke again. “Do you want to do something tonight?”
“Like what?”
“Just hang out. I’ve missed you. I’d like to spend some time with you.”
“You know how my parents are.”
“One second,” he said, getting up and walking toward my parents. I stood
