Jasmine crossed the room and leaned against the doorjamb, waiting for Derrek to finish hanging one of the shelves, arms crossed over her chest, prepared to shoot down any request that she stick around a little longer.
“I’ve got to get home and get some rest.”
“You aren’t going to stick around?” Derrek’s eyes pleaded.
“I would, but I need to check on Twinkle and I have a few things around the apartment that need doing. Laundry, dishes, et cetera.”
She waved her hand as if to say blah, blah, blah.
“All right, I’ll see you out.” Derrek’s words deflated and she felt bad about it, but after the last few days, she needed a break from his constant companionship.
Too many things had gone on between them in the past couple of days and she needed time alone, time to think. She certainly couldn’t do that if she continued to hang out with him after hours, knowing the time spent together in their down time was like water and sunlight on a precious little flower. It was growing affection and attachments she wasn’t sure they needed.