The need to pulverize and expend my anger and frustrations on anything was almost overwhelming as I drove away from Jasmine. Everything within me fought my decision to walk away. My body burned for the feel of her against me, it needed me to return to Jasmine and make up for my stupidity and the hurtful things I’d said. She will burn us. No, she won't, Greg. Jasmine is not Cassandra, and you fucking know it. But what if... My fists smashed into my steering wheel as images of us kissing and touching played on repeat. Jasmine’s soft curves had fit so perfect against my body. Her bottom lip had been made to be placed between mine, and bitten—savored. I was losing the last shred of sanity I held when I stopped at the red light three minutes away from my home. Home. A lonely place I returned to every night with nothing but memories surrounding me—four walls of emptiness.
