Jason's POV:
What the hell is happening to me? I, Jason, the guy who never lets anyone get under his skin, sneaked out of class like a lovesick fool just to make sure Ella was okay. I even went through the trouble of calling in favors, getting some top contacts on standby in case she needed help with the dean. And what did I get in return? A lecture about keeping Amber on a leash and a cold, dismissive brush-off. It was like she didn't see, didn't care how much I was losing my mind over her.
I've never been this rattled, this out of control. No one—literally no one—makes me feel like this. It's as if she owns me already, and it's terrifying. Body, mind, soul… it's all wrapped around Ella, and she doesn't even give a damn.
I've got to do something fast. This isn't me. I don't lose myself over girls. But with Ella, it's different. She's different. And I'm in way deeper than I ever planned.
