“God is testing my intelligence. And right now, I’m at the bottom of the scale.”
I rub my finger over my lips to hide my smile at her obvious anger. “And how is he testing you?” I ask.
“Since when are you religious?” Haven speaks.
Jasmine grabs a fry off my plate and sticks it in her mouth. “Trenton messaged me this morning.”
I roll my eyes.
“Not this again,” Haven mumbles under her breath.
“It was a picture of his dick.” Jasmine bites down on another fry. “And he was hard. And then I was wet.”
I reach across the table and place my hand on top of hers to stop her from eating another. She stuffs her mouth when she’s nervous. With anything. Food, cock, drinks. Whatever she can get her hands on. “Don’t let him get to you. He’s married,” I remind her.
She shakes her head. “He filed for divorce.”
Haven and I exchange a look.
“That was in the second pic he sent me.”
“Jasmine …”
“I mean, I don’t love the guy. Not anymore. But the sex was so good.” She eats another fry. “How am I going to tell him no? Like I said, God is testing me.” Another fry. This one drowning in ketchup. “My grades are dropping as fast as I am to my knees.”
My eyes slide over to Nite who stands by the entrance.He’s still on Haven duty.Probably will be until the day he dies. He just stands in the shadows, watching us all the time. It’s kinda creepy, but I understand why Luca wants a protection detail on my best friend twenty-four seven. She’s pretty important. “Why don’t you get with Nite?” I offer.
She snorts.
“You guys have already had sex.” Haven shrugs as if that’s enough to start a relationship.
“We didn’t have sex,” she mumbles around a mouthful.
“But it was good,” Haven goes on.
Jasmine begins laughing, and I look over at Haven. “She needs an intervention,” I whisper. “She’s losing it.”
Her phone dings, and she picks it up. “Fuck,” Jasmine growls. “He wants to come over tonight.” Her fingers are running over the keys.
“You’ll regret that in the morning,” Haven informs her.
She looks up at us. “I’ll sleep until noon. Problem solved.”
“Jasmine …”
She holds her phone up to my face. “I told him no, okay?” She drops it to the table and buries her face in her hands. “Fuck, I have the worst taste in men.”
“Maybe try celibacy again,” Haven offers.
I burst out laughing but begin to cough to try to cover it up when her eyes narrow at mine. “Sorry.” I slap my chest and whisper, “I didn’t know that was a thing.”Jasmine not have sex?That’s like telling the sun it can’t shine—impossible.
“This morning, I tried to make a shake after my run, but it turned into a shot of Fireball,” Jasmine goes on, ignoring my comments.
“Since when do you run?” I ask, more and more confused about the girl sitting across from me. It’s like I don’t even know her.
“I’m making all kinds of mistakes today.” She grabs my water and takes a drink.
Haven and I sit in silence as Jasmine finishes off my fries. She has her red hair pulled up in a half ponytail high on her head. She doesn’t have any makeup on, and she wears a white sundress with spaghetti straps and no bra.
