Jasmin's POV
The moment Swift's words "I like you too" left his lips, my world tilted off its axis.
His arm curved possessively around Mariyah's slender waist, his tone carrying that familiar playful edge. But his eyes told a completely different story.
Those dark, predatory eyes were fixed solely on me.
Unwavering. Consuming.
They seared through me like flames devouring kindling, stealing the breath from my lungs. The way his voice had dropped to that intimate register when he spoke those three words. The deliberate curve of his mouth into that knowing smile.
Every gesture was a performance crafted for my benefit.
Mariyah remained blissfully oblivious, practically glowing as she melted into his embrace. Meanwhile, Swift leaned down, his head tilting with calculated precision while his fingers spread slowly across her waist. The intensity in his gaze only deepened, never once breaking contact with mine.
