Ella POV:
"None of your business," I snapped at Dylan, trying to redirect the attention. "And if you have nothing better to do, I suggest you find someone else to bother."
Dylan chuckled, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Don't bite my head off."
I turned to leave, hoping against hope that Jason wouldn't say anything. That he'd just let me walk away and pretend last night never happened.
But of course, because fate hates me, he spoke up. "Ella."
His voice was softer than I expected, almost hesitant. I paused, my back still to them, before reluctantly turning around. "What?"
He studied me for a moment, his gaze steady but not invasive. "Did you sleep okay?"
My stomach flipped. Damn it, Jason. Why did he have to say things like that? Why couldn't he just go back to being the arrogant, insufferable jerk I knew how to deal with?
