Jasmine's POV

I stare at him for a second or two. I know what he's thinking, and I also know that if I tell him now that I want him to stay, he's sure going to stay. But I would hate to see the look of satisfaction on his face, because it's kind of rubbing me of my superiority.

"It's early late," I say instead, trying to change the topic. "Well, Nicholas is an eyebrow. I've walked him the night before. This is no new thing for me."

"You can stay. I have a spare room," I continue to argue ...