Ella POV:
What the hell just happened? Did I really just make out with Jason? And he just… left me like that? No, no, no. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I can't believe I let him get to me, let him touch me, kiss me, and… ugh! I feel a mix of anger, shame, and—dammit—desire, all swirling inside me like a storm I can't control.
This was Jason, the guy who made my life a living hell, who I swore I would never fall for or even entertain. And now, here I am, standing in the same spot, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body aching from where he touched me, while he just walks out like nothing happened. I let out a frustrated groan, mentally cursing myself.
I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I'd never be one of those girls who let a guy like him get under their skin. And yet, here I am, proving myself wrong.
I need to get him out of my head. Fast.
