Jasmine's POV
I walked back to our room slowly. My heart was beating fast. I didn't know what to expect when I opened the door. Would Mason still be angry? Would he even be there?
I paused when I touched the doorknob. This moment reminded me of my father. The fear I'd feel before knocking his door or approaching him. The anxiety, I'd be so scared I'd throw up. I hated anything that reminded me of him. I was spineless when it came to my father, I couldn't help myself.
Brushing the thoughts away with a deep breath, I went inside. Mason was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up when I came in. His face was hard to read.
"Jasmine," he said softly. "I... I'm glad you're back."
I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to run to him. Another part was still hurt by his words earlie
