Willow's POV
The ride back to my hotel felt like an eternity. The world outside was a blur of lights and shadows as the car sped through the city streets, but all I could focus on was the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me. I had barely been able to think straight since I left Jason’s hotel room. His words echoed in my mind, sharp and accusing, and then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he confessed that he loved me.
Love. The word seemed so out of place, so foreign coming from him. My heart ached at the thought of it, not because I wanted to return those feelings but because of the way he had said it like it was a plea, a desperate cry for me to see him the way he wanted me to.
I couldn’t help but wonder if there was truth in some of the things Jason had said. He ha
