Avery's POV
Jameson's conversation kept ringing in an endless loop in my head as I walked back to the dorm. In every word, a storm of unnameable emotions played over and over again. Does he mean it? Can he actually change?
The thought sent shivers far worse than that. I had built walls over many years to keep people out and protect myself from the pain. Allowing Jameson access was like handing him the glass cutter to destroy me.
When I reached my dorm room, Amelia was sprawled on her bed, going through her phone. As soon as I entered, she looked up, raised brow and all.
"Well, someone looks like they had an eventful morning," she noted, sitting up.
I dropped my bag on my desk and flopped onto my bed. "You have no idea."
Amelia set aside her cell and curiously eyes into me. "Do tell.
