Jasmine's POV
Ebony's eyes narrowed as she studied us both, suspicion written across every feature of her face.
Jayden remained silent, lounging against the doorframe with that infuriating confidence of his. His dark gaze stayed fixed on me, a challenge burning in those depths that dared me to explain ourselves.
My stomach twisted into knots.
"We were just examining his artwork," I managed, stepping away from the studio entrance. The words came out shakier than I intended.
Ebony cocked her head to one side, clearly not buying a single word. "Right. Of course you were."
She moved toward the door, but Jayden shifted forward, completely blocking her path. "Nobody enters," he stated with calm authority. "Only Jasmine has permission."
Ebony's face scrunched up in annoyance. "God, you're insufferable sometimes." She grabbed my wrist and tugged me along the corridor. "My turn now. You've monopolized her entire morning. I refuse to let you hog her for the rest of the day too."
