Eighteen

"Where are you taking me?" Jasmine asked after a while of driving in silence.

Zane had seemed very intent on not saying a single word to her, and she had tried to hold up with the silence too. But the more she tried, the more guilt rushed through her, and she had finally given up.

"I don't know either." He sighed as it left his lips, then suddenly brought the car to a stop.

He turned to Jasmine, who was surprised, her eyes wide, one hand stretched to the car dashboard to stop her from darting forward.

"What are you doing?"

He slowly turned to her, his back resting on the door. "Do you want me to apologize?"

"For what?"

"For earlier. Or what would you want? An explanation?"

Jasmine sat back. "I am not a child. I would have known how to protect myself had Andrew..."

"He beat that guy up like that, you think you stand a chance?"

Jasmine swallowed, knowing how right he really was. "But I..."

"Look at me, Jasmine."

She turned slowly, and she swallowed, her eyes taking in his deep grey eye