Jasmine’s POV

After making sure that Xavier is out of the bedroom, I step out of the bathroom with wobbling legs and my heart pounding erratically within my rib cage.

It wasn’t a dream.

I have pinched myself several times while in the bathroom so I could wake up from this sweet dream but I am still here, standing and not on the bed, wide awake.

That was a confession, wasn’t it?

Hate is the opposite of love. Xavier wanted us to tell each other lies about how we felt and he said he ...