Ashley POV

I turned toward Jayden and found him already staring at me. Once again, the overwhelming urge to scream and pull him into a hug washed over me, leaving me frozen and unable to do either. I couldn't believe how easily he toyed with my emotions, and what stung the most was the sense that he wasn't even doing it on purpose. If he had planned it, at least I could unleash my frustration. At least I could accuse him of playing with my feelings. At least I could blame him for every fracture in my poor, aching heart.

At least I could hate him for making me love...