"You ever try this again, you'll regret every bit of it." I bit out before harshly letting her go.
She stumbled slightly, hands flying to her neck, her breaths ragged.
I didn't spare her another glance. I grabbed my pajamas off the bed and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
Fuck her.
POV: JASMINE
Something was off.
June sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly stirring the coffee in her cup, the spoon clinking against the ceramic in a slow, repetitive rhythm. She wasn't drinking it. She was just staring into the dark liquid, lost in her own thoughts.
"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning against the counter. "You don't look happy."
She sighed deeply, heavily before lifting the cup to her lips and taking a small sip. Then, slowly, she turned to face me.
"Jasmine…" She paused, looking at me.
