Jasmine POV
"Wake up." I heard mom's voice echoing like she was pacing around the room.
"What? It's so early, mom." I whine, pressing my eyes to close firmly.
"It's almost noon." She announces, and the clicking sound of the door closing happens at the same time as my eyes widen and meet my nightstand clock. My morning alarm had gone off some hours ago.
I prop up on my elbow and take in the sight of the daylight around the room. Weakly, I went on with the inevitable behavior, grabbing my phone from beside me and lazily tapping on the screen.
A text message popped up on the lock screen from a familiar phone number.
Griffin: Thank you for the evening. It was beautiful. Have a good night.
The possibility of last night happening had been poor. It led me through the whole week doubting
