Ella's POV:
Okay, so I spent a ridiculous amount of time overthinking what I would have done if Jason had actually kissed me. Punch him? Kick him where it counts? Respond? The last one was a very low probability—at least, that's what I told myself. But eventually, somewhere between analyzing and overanalyzing, sleep found me.
And, to my utter surprise, I slept like a baby. Seriously, the kind of deep, dreamless sleep that makes you forget you exist.
Which is probably why I woke up in a total panic.
The moment I opened my eyes and saw the time, my heart dropped. I was so close to being late for my last class before finals next week. I bolted out of bed, threw on the first semi-decent outfit I could find, and started a speed-run version of my morning routine.
