"I rejected him," Jasmine said then.
I fell silent for a moment, searching her face, still reeling from how bluntly she'd said it.
She rejected him…? Jason?
"I see… May I know why?" I finally asked, careful not to seem too prying. "I thought—I mean, everyone thought you got along," I said, trying not to betray my awkwardness.
Jasmine's brows drew together as she studied me. "We did get along, and I appreciate Jason a lot, but it didn't mean like lovers. Or did we look like that from the outside?" She asked, sounding genuinely dumbfounded.
I hesitated. I thought that—had probably assumed it, in fact. I didn't want to blurt out how inexperienced I actually was with women or relationships, but clearly, I'd read things into their interactions that just weren't there.
"You think of him as a friend?" I asked, quietly.
