Ella's POV:
Waking up naked—yes, completely freaking naked—cuddling with Jason on the damn living room floor was not how I expected my life to go.
What the hell did we do?!
I blinked up at the ceiling, my mind foggy, my body sore in places I didn't even want to think about, and my limbs tangled with Jason's like we had been glued together in some unholy, sinful mess.
Wait. Wait.
Rewind.
I slept with Jason.
I. FREAKING. SLEPT. WITH. JASON.
What the actual hell?!
Panic slammed into my chest so hard I almost choked on air.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
My heart pounded as memories started flooding back.
The drug. The heat. The overwhelming need.
The way Jason had fought against it at first. The way I had clung to him, begging for relief.
And then…
The moment we both lost control.
Oh. My. God.
I buried my face in my hands, mortified.
I needed to get out of here. Now.
But just as I tried to move, the heavy weight of Jason's arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer.
