JASMINE
“What was it like growing up in the packhouse?” I asked, wanting to learn more about him.
“It was interesting. I’m glad I had the beta family downstairs. My dad was an asshole growing up, so I’d go downstairs to get away from him. I’d usually hide in Luke’s bedroom. He was a really good friend to me growing up.”
At the sound of Luke’s name, I felt something ping within my chest, bringing him to the forefront of my mind. Suddenly I was imagining being in Luke’s bedroom instead, the thought somehow appealing.
I blinked a few times and pushed Luke from my mind, thinking how inappropriate it was to be thinking about him at that moment. As much as I kept trying to forget him, he always pushed himself back to the forefront of my consciousness, my old crush returning. I turned back to
