If only Jasmine understand. James wanted to argue, to justify himself, to tell her that his mistakes hadn't come from malice. The only reason he'd strayed was that Jasmine had pushed him away, kept him at arm's length when all he wanted was to be close to her.
He had tried to be patient, had tried to wait, but he was only human. The temptations were everywhere—girls drawn to his looks, to the air of confidence he exuded. Women practically threw themselves at him, and he was, after all, a young, healthy man with needs.
In his mind, he'd started to rationalize it. He'd told himself it wasn't his fault, that anyone in his position would have done the same thing. And yet, watching her now, his stomach churned with a bitter mix of guilt and anger.
