JASMINE
Once everyone started going to bed, Blake led me to my room. He opened my door and said, “Have a good night, Jasmine. Thank you for coming here for my birthday.” Before he walked away, he kissed me on my forehead and turned to head up a set of stairs.
I glanced into my room, which seemed too dark and lonesome, and then up at him ascending the stairs slowly with a towel wrapped around his waist and his bare, muscular back on display. In a moment of spontaneity, I decided to follow him, wobbly on my legs. I grasped the handrail, and as I took my first step, the towel that was wrapped around me dropped. I wasn't sure if it was the soft sound the towel made as it hit the wood floor or the pad of my foot touching the first step, but he turned around and glanced down at me. “Be careful
