Jasmine “It’s okay, Walter; you don’t need to take sick leave from the office,” I continue to persuade him. “Babe—” “I mean it. You could come over to the house later; I’m literally not going anywhere. It doesn’t hurt as much anyway.” I sigh, sitting upright in bed, carefully adjusting the pillow under my left leg. As much as I hate being here, the second we got to New York, Vladimir drove me home, and we haven’t said a word to each other ever since. It’s been two hours since then, and he hasn’t come to check up on me. Not like I even want to see his stupid face. “Okay, I’ll come over after work. Would it be okay if I sleep over?” he asks, and I can hear the worry in his tone. “Walter, you don’t need to ask; we’re adults. Of course you can,” I say, a familiar warmth blooming in my chest. “I know it’s a day late, but we could have dinner in my room…” He gives a sheepish, low laugh. “What are you thinking… I know what it means when you talk that way.” “Oh my God, stop… you’re d
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