Chapters (66)
- Cover
- THE HEATWAVE
- Readers love The Heatwave
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Acknowledgements
- Keep Reading …
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- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
Jasmine wasn’t sure what he meant, but yet again she felt awkward being alone with him and thought asking any more questions would seem strange. She wasn’t drunk enough yet to be confrontational.
The cold drink was welcome, and Jasmine drank faster than before. They went back outside and Tim lit the joint, puffing on it before handing it to Jasmine. She started to cough instantly, and a big grin broke out on his face again.
‘What? Did I do it wrong?’ Jasmine asked coughing, embarrassed.
‘It works better if you cough.’ He took the joint from her and handed it straight to Felicity. He looked at Jasmine with concern as she continued to cough. She felt like such a child. She drank down the vodka and watched him draw on the joint again. The drunker she got the harder she found it to look away from his lips.
It was still warm outside as the light slowly faded. It was getting late and Jasmine could feel herself crossing some kind of boundary that her parents never even thought to set for her, but she did know it was there. She was guilty of betraying her parents’ trust. She could see that Tim wasn’t interested in her; his focus was almost entirely on Felicity and in some ways Jasmine was almost grateful because she would have no idea what to do if he did like her. She saw Felicity leaning forward, her long, slick, black hair pulled over one exposed shoulder, and even Jasmine could see how sexy she looked. Tim took a long draw from the joint and then leaned forward and locked lips with Felicity. She breathed the second-hand smoke in from his mouth and Jasmine was destroyed. She needed to get out of there because a tiny part of her wanted to cry. When Tim pulled away, he looked at Jasmine and she saw that he was nervous of her reaction to what he had just done, checking for her disapproval. Felicity sank back in her chair, oblivious to how much she had just hurt her friend. Jasmine didn’t blame her, she blamed herself. As Felicity exhaled, smoke billowing from her lips, Jasmine stood up and went inside the house. She just had to accept it. She had to accept that he didn’t think of her the way he thought of Felicity. But she didn’t have to watch.