Chapter 33
Hardin's POV
Slamming the bathroom door shut as I fled from Jasmine was probably the wake up call that I needed to remind myself that I was falling into madness.
That I was probably losing my mind at this point and that it was only a matter of time before I sold my soul to the devil.
Because what had just happened between Jasmine and I was not f*****g.
I f****d girls. So many of them. I made them feel good but never ever did I go out of my way to make them feel great or anything and it wasn't because I was not capable of it, but I didn't see the need to make them want to cling to me after it was said and done.
I didn't want to look into their eyes and see if they loved how I made them feel. I was not slow, soft or gentle. I was simply not what I had been with Jasmine minut
