Jasmine's POV
"Babe, I made your favorite," I got closer to Asher, trying to gain his attention.
After the incident two days ago and how he walked away furiously, he didn't bother looking my way for the second time.
It was already becoming frustrating, and I wished I had consulted him first. Frankly, I was sorry, but he wouldn't see it, not when he has refused to give me a listening ear.
"Babe..." I reached out to touch his shoulder, but he flinched. "Babe?" I grimaced.
"What is it?" He shrugged without even sparing me a glance.
Again, I got closer and he flinched for the second time, adjusting a bit farther from my reach. I stomped my feet on the ground like a toddler, whining annoyingly.
"What is it?" He asked in his recently nonchalant way.
"Why don't you want me to touch you?" I demanded.
"Because I'm busy." He pointed at the laptop in front of him, even though we both knew it wasn't true.
"And I'm trying to tell you something," I argued baselessly.
"And can't it be sai
