Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jasmine
I missed Donovan, and I was also pissed off at him. I knew I had no right to expect him to let me know what was going on. No matter how I felt and how deeply entwined my heart was with him, we hadn’t talked about it. I sure as hell couldn’t expect us to be something official.
Yet, it still stung that I didn’t know why he left abruptly. A phone call would’ve been nice.
He did leave you a message. You just didn’t answer because you were busy.
Yeah, but he didn’t say why he left, or what was going on.
This was the mental volley in my brain. I’d known something was bothering him for a few days, but it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, so I’d left it alone.
You could’ve asked.
“f**k, f**k, f**k,” I muttered to myself as I yanked on my jeans.
I need
