Jasmin POV s
He cupped my face to look at him. Although a little flabbergasted at my action, he smiled brightly. "I think my beloved Jasmin is hungry."
I withdrew from the hug. "Huh?"
"Let's eat first," he suggested as he took my hand.
"Your treat?" I joked.
He pinched my nose gently, "Why? Will you ever treat me?"
"No."
"And will I ever let you treat me?"
"Aren't you supposed to be at work today?" I changed the topic.
"If I want to, yes." He tightened his hands on mine.
I let him.
Before reaching the parking area, I finally asked what I have been thinking of ever since he confessed to me. "Do you seriously like me? Somebody like me?"
"Why not? I love you, that's it." He opened the car door for me.
All felt suddenly suffocating.
How will I ever admit that I feel nothing for him?
That nothing would go between us beyond friendship. I'm choking over the fact that I will just hurt him emotionally.
