Lysa's POV
I gasped for air, my lungs burning as Jason finally broke the kiss. My lips felt swollen and tender, and I had to push against his chest to create enough space to actually breathe.
"Jason," I managed, my voice coming out breathless and shaky. "I can't—I need to breathe."
He pulled back slightly, but didn't release me from where he had me pinned against the alley wall. In the dim light filtering in from the street, I could see his face clearly—and what I saw there made my chest constrict.
His eyes looked sad. Genuinely, deeply sad in a way I'd never seen before.
The sight was so unexpected, so contrary to everything I thought I knew about him. I blinked, trying to make sure I wasn't imagining it—but it was still there.
"Do you actually love me?" Jason asked qu
