"Hum, are you two finished in there?"
The voice that echoed through the storage room made both Elena and I freeze in absolute horror. We hadn't even heard the door open, too absorbed in our private moment to notice that someone had entered here.
Of all people, it was Jasmine standing in the doorway.
Elena and I immediately sprang apart with movements so quick and panicked that we nearly knocked over another stack of supplies in our haste to create distance between us. The guilt and embarrassment that crashed over me was almost overwhelming—being caught in such a compromising position by someone who had recently confessed her feelings for me felt like the cruelest possible irony.
Jasmine looked between us with an expression that was difficult to interpret—surprise, understanding, and something that might have been resignation all mixed together. Her gaze lingered on Elena's disheveled appearance and my obvious discomfort before she spoke again.
