CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

—JASMINE

I clap my hands together loudly, the sudden noise echoing through the air and making me look like a complete idiot.

The sound startles Denzel, his eyes widening in surprise as he takes a step back.

I feel my face heat up with embarrassment, but I try to play it cool. "I just recalled," I say, attempting to sound nonchalant, "Enora and I have something to do, so I have to go." I turn to leave, but Denzel quickly steps in front of me, blocking my path.

"No, you don't," he says, his voice firm but gentle. I try to brush past him, but he doesn't budge. "I know you're trying to avoid me," he accuses, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I scoff, trying to act as calm as a statue, but my heart is racing. "And why would you think that?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

Denzel takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. "Because of last night," he says, his voice low and husky. I nod, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. I know exactly what he's talking about.

"Look, I'm sorry," he s