Jason reached over and grabbed my hand again, tugging me back down, a serious, thoughtful expression on his face. I crouched so we were at eye level. “Do you think everything will be all right?” he asked, leaning forward until our faces were inches apart. His eyes were full of shadows and storms.
I suppressed a shiver. Jason had this uncanny way of looking at a girl—an intensity that could leave you disorientated and a little lost. He did it without even trying. After three years, I still wasn’t completely immune to it.
“Do you?” he repeated, softer this time.
* Changes may be made prior to publication that are not in the ARC I’ve read, and that the quote above may not be in the final copy.