Jasmin's POV
My thoughts spiraled uncontrollably, weaving sinister interpretations from his simple words until each possibility felt more threatening than the last. My ribcage constricted around my thundering heart as if trying to contain something desperate to break free. I knew I was overanalyzing, dissecting every syllable for hidden meaning, but the compulsion consumed me. Panic surged through my veins, forcing me backward.
I couldn't understand why Max's memory refused to release me. His raw confession, his blazing fury, the searing heat of his touch, the possessive edge of his jealousy, that devastating smile, those lips that had claimed mine so completely - every fragment crashed through my consciousness like a relentless tide. My breathing fractured into uneven gasps as I fought to wrestle my emotions into submission before meeting Clyde's expectant gaze.
