Lana’s P.O.V.
After a quick but relaxing shower, I found myself standing wrapped in a towel, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair had just been combed and was still wet, and I swallowed hard, still thinking about the way Jamie had walked out on me a few minutes ago.
He looked so ashamed.
Why was he ashamed?
He almost looked as if he didn’t want to look at me.
Was he ashamed of me?
A lump the size of a rock formed inside of my throat, as I slowly opened the bathroom door and looked inside, seeing that Jamie was sitting on the bed, by the looks of it, waiting for me. He looked up and for a micro second I was greeted by his beautiful blue eyes. But far too soon, they looked away from me again. So I cleared my throat, hoping I could get rid of the growing lump that now felt even heav
