Ella's POV:
Okay, waking up to a "good morning" text from Jason was not something I expected. Scratch that—it was something I didn't want to expect. I stared at the message on my phone, half-asleep, blinking like maybe I'd imagined it.
Jason: Morning, Ella. Don't forget to eat something before class. And don't roast me for this, I'm just being nice.
Nice? What? Since when did Jason become the poster boy for unsolicited morning advice?
I tossed my phone onto the bed and rolled over, burying my face in my pillow with a groan. The past couple of days had been... confusing, to say the least. Sharing meals with Jason, exchanging what could only be described as "pleasant banter," and even—dare I say—accepting his help with notes? What was happening?
"Maybe it's the cramps," I muttered into the pillow. "Temporary insanity brought on by hormonal imbalance. That has to be it."
