Jason's POV:
Never.
Never in a million years did I think I would ever sleep with Ella.
Not even in my wildest dreams—which, for the record, were already dangerous enough when it came to her.
Yet, here we were.
And while she had adamantly declared that we were never to speak of it again and that it "never happened", I noticed something.
She didn't look like she regretted it.
She didn't look guilty.
Nope.
Just embarrassed.
And that?
That meant something, right?
I smirked to myself as I walked into my room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants before flopping onto my bed.
My body was exhausted, but my mind? Wide. Awake.
I could still hear her voice in my head, that soft gasp when I kissed her, the way she arched against me, the way she moaned my name like a prayer—
I groaned, throwing an arm over my face.
Great.
Now, I'm the one suffering.
I turned to stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell to do next.
