(Sabrina’s POV)
I sigh, and open the door.
Jason is leaning against the frame, looking tired and frustrated and still somehow perfect. His hair is messy like he's been running his hands through it. His shirt is wrinkled. There are shadows under his eyes.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi."
We stare at each other for a long moment.
"Can I come in?" he asks.
I want to say no. The logical part of my brain still functioning even at the sight of his handsome face knows being alone in a closed space with a man I clearly have a crush on will not be a good idea.
But the stupider, more sluggish part of my brain overpowers the rational one, and I step aside, giving him permission to enter.
He walks in, and suddenly my cabin feels much smaller. He's too big, too present, too everything. The air feels charg
