Bab 94: Walking on Egg Shells

Jason POV

As much as I hated to admit it, staying here any longer was crossing a line—even for me. It was already midnight, and there I was, sitting in her living room, watching her sleep. Her face had softened, the usual tension gone as her chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. She looked peaceful, angelic even, and for a moment, I forgot all the sass, the glares, and the walls she constantly put up.

But as beautiful as she looked, I knew it wasn't right. Hell, I felt like the biggest creep in the world just sitting here, staring at her like some love-struck idiot. I needed to leave. Now.

Except… I didn't want to wake her.

That was the dilemma. Ella was the kind of person who valued her personal space more than anything, and I was already skating on thin ice by barging into her home tonight. Waking her up now, especially with me hovering like this, would only make things worse.