Jazmine's POV

I spat the water into the sink, washing my toothbrush in the same instance putting it away as my eyes met my reflection in the glass mirror, the smell of the soap from the shower I just took still strong in the air.

I turned opening the door the smell of dinner quickly invading my nostrils as I stepped into the bedroom going to the clothes that were laid out on the bed.

Britt cooking for me was always something I would forever appreciate because, in reality, she didn't have to. I quickly pulled on my boxers, shorts and sports bra before placing my locs into a low...