Chapter eighty eight

I opened my eyes slightly to stare at the couch where Jason was and for some reason, my heart clenched seeing how uncomfortable he was as he slowly moved around the couch.

My opened my mouth to call his name so that perhaps he would come join me on the bed but the words just couldn’t leave my muuth. I cursed, why did I care so much about him? It was his fault that he was on the couch after all because if he hadn’t stabbed me, he would not feel compelled to go lay on the couch and I hated the fact that him being uncomfortable bothered me.

I sighed as I sat up, dragging the bedsheet to cover myself before finally gathering the courage to call out to him. “Jason!” I called him and he turned to me.

The lights were still on so I was sure he couldn’t have fallen that deep into the sleep. As he turned towards me, i could not help but feel sad, especially as I saw the worry on his eyes. It took every single thing in me to stop myself from asking what the problem was.

I was mad at him, he h