*Benjamin's POV*
I scrutinized Jasmine's face. Her full lips were slightly parted and her eyes seemed calm.
"That was..." I started to say. It was savage. "You did not have to do that," I said shaking my head in disbelieve.
"It was a mean thing to do," I tried again. Jasmine frowned.
"I was being mean?" she smiled. "Yes," I breathed. "How was I being mean?" she questioned in all serenity. "Mhh.." I murmured. "You might as well could of picked her just now..." she argued.
"You could hardly think that was ever going to happen." I frowned. "Well... she implied that you loved her more, so I think she did not agree with you on that," she shrugged some more.
"That made me curious." She half-smiled. This woman...
"Saphira said that I loved her," I said trying to make sense of what had just happened. "Yep," Jazz said with a click of her tongue.
"Now, that is a cruel thing to say to a pregnant woman," she said as if she was joking.
