Jasmine's pov It was 4:00 in the morning, and I was still fully awake, cursing myself for being so stupid and apparently, incapable of ending a phone conversation when I should or knowing when to call a spear a spear. "I can't believe I did send that voice mail. I thought I didn't," I mumbled to myself. I had gone home to my parent's place. I left Dominic's house about seven hours ago. My parents had already gone to bed, and maybe I should, too. But instead, I found myself in the front of mine, shuffling through my Netflix with a carton of Italian fries, milk, chips, cheese, and cookies—your typical Netflix and chills night. "I'm such a clumsy idiot," I said to myself as I aggre
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