JASMINE POV

Nico chuckles, his voice deep and filled with amusement. I look away, feeling a flush rise up my cheek.

"Well, you can certainly call it that," he says, and I catch the tiny smirk on his face.

I wish that I could glare at him and prove to him that I wasn't so caught up in his spell as much as he thought. Eventually, my better judgment overshadows the irrational need to protect my pride, or at least what is left of it, and I follow him through the glass doors that mark the opening ...