Sami’s P.O.V.
“you need more shampoo,” Jason stated once he entered back into the living room. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt now. They seemed to be pretty old, but at least they were clean. He was wearing a baseball cap that held our high school logo on it. It was placed backward on his head, and somehow it made him look like the high school boy that I had fallen in love with all those years ago. His freshly shaven face made him look younger as well, which was probably a second reason why I got catapulted back in time. But honestly, his words had made me angry. Hell, I had been sitting here, my blood boiling ever since he had walked out on me… and now, by making me wait until he was done with his shower and he was now trying to act as if nothing had
