Chapter 112 Jasmine's Conflict

• I fixed my eyes on my image in the bathroom mirror, holding the edge of the sink as if it were the only support left under my feet. My hair was a mess from his hands, my lips still tingling from his kisses, and yet, my mind was far from the passionate moments we’d just shared.
• The steam from the shower fogged up the mirror, blurring the image of myself until it was almost unrecognizable. That's how it felt losing sections of myself, section by section, each time I allowed him inside.
• My phone buzzed on the counter. I wiped the mirror clean with the palm of my hand and looked at the monitor. A message from Claire: