I stayed pressed against the bathroom door, my chest heaving like I'd just run a marathon. The sound of my heartbeat filled the silence, loud and uneven.
"Greek God? Really, Jasmine?" I muttered under my breath. "You had to say that? Why not something normal like handsome or… tolerable?"
I splashed cold water on my face, glaring at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and my hair… I didn't even want to describe it. I looked like I had just lost a wrestling match… with a Lycan king.
"Damon, you psycho," I muttered to my reflection, rubbing at the faint bite mark on my shoulder. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't even remember how many times I almost blacked out.
But a smile tugged at my lips, I won't lie, I had a good time.
"Yeah I bet you did, you even forgot that I exist." Layla's bitter voice echoed in my head.
