Lysa's POV
The library had become my sanctuary over the past week.
Between preparing for the academic competition next month and midterms rapidly approaching, I had a legitimate excuse to spend hours here every day.
Because it gave me something else to focus on. Something that didn't involve Jason. Something that didn't involve the strange way my heart reacted whenever he was near, or the dangerous way my thoughts began to blur whenever he touched me.
More importantly, it gave me a reason to limit my contact with him—to create the kind of distance I desperately needed after the strange, unsettling night at his villa.
I still didn't know exactly what I'd said while feverish. Jason hadn't pressed the issue again, but the questions he'd asked that morning lingered in my mind
