Laila’s POV
My guilt was a deadly blossom inside of my chest, blooming and growing, its knife-like roots slicing through my chest. I should have known something wasn’t right with Jason. I shouldn’t have given in to my body’s urges.
And how quickly my walls came down!
When Jason had kissed me, I hadn’t thought about anything but the feel of his tongue in my mouth and his arms snaking around my waist. It was as if my mind had shut off completely, and I followed the rules of my body instead.
Now, I regretted it.
I regretted even going over there.
I should have just told Brittany my concerns and let her deal with it. That was what was supposed to happen now.
I’d slept through most of the afternoon, safe and warm in Jason’s arms. It was evening now, and my phone had so many missed call
