Sweet Dreams
But still she always checks in, she always tells me to eat, tells me to focus, she always reminds me not to let this place swallow me whole.
I swallow slightly, pulling myself back before the thoughts get too loud.
Even with all of that difference sitting quietly between us, Jasmine doesn’t treat me like I’m less. Or fragile. Or like I need saving.
She just… stays and that means more than I know how to explain.
Although in this Nepo Babies book, she’s still considered broke, and Poor!
Jasmine turns her head slightly toward me, one eyebrow lifting like she can tell exactly where my thoughts went. “Don’t start disappearing into your head again.”