Lysa's POV
The moment I got back to my dorm room after that morning's encounter with Jason, I went straight to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were swollen, slightly reddened from the intensity of his kisses.
My fingers moved from my lips to my neck.
The skin there was slightly swollen, faintly red.
"i***t," I muttered under my breath.
He kissed as he owned me.
The pace of everything—from zero contact in one month to declared boyfriend in the span of one morning—left me feeling off-balance.
Once I'd composed myself, I grabbed my phone and texted Stella.
Me: We need to talk. Call me when you can.
Her response was almost instant: Stella: OMG TELL ME EVERYTHING.
I hit the call button, and she picked up on the first ring.
"So?" Stella
