Kèenan took Jasmine to the garden next to the house, to be precise on a swing chair facing each other and there was a roof that protected them from the hot sun. They both sat in the same chair and were silent for a moment.
"Jasmine," Keenan called without turning his head, his gaze fixed on the empty seat in front of him.
"Yeah," Jasmine said without looking up.
"I'm sorry," said Keenan then took Jasmine's hand, then turned to look at her naturally beautiful face. he slowly brushed away the tuft of hair that was covering the girl's eyes with his sturdy fingers.
Jasmine was silent with her heart beating faster than usual, Keenan's grip on her hand was so soft and his gaze made her feel like she was about to collapse.
"Sorry for what?" She asked without looking at Keenan but instead turned her head in another direction.
