Jasmine POV
I went back home that Saturday evening, and Immediately I pressed the bell button, the door opened.
Jimmy stood opposite me, partly miserable and partly abashed for what he had done and the mark he had left on my face.
He appears weary, and the dark under eyes bags he had, underline lack of sleep.
"I am so sorry Jazzy, please forgive me." He opened his arms, silently pleading for me to give in.
I stood still—quietly observing his depressing eyes. His chest was rising and falling fast. He seems unable to stop the tapping of his toes.
He really was sorry.
He looked tired, and regret was written all over his features.
I wanted to worry, for he appears slightly unhealthy, but I think he deserves it.
He was playing daddy and had the gut to slap me.
If only I could get
