Avery's POV
Jameson's conversation kept ringing in an endless loop in my head as I walked back to the dorm. In every word, a storm of unnameable emotions played over and over again. Does he mean it? Can he actually change?
The thought sent shivers far worse than that. I had built walls over many years to keep people out and protect myself from the pain. Allowing Jameson access was like handing him the glass cutter to destroy me.
When I reached my dorm room, Amelia was sprawled on her bed, going through her phone. As soon as I entered, she looked up, raised brow and all.
"Well, someone looks like they had an eventful morning," she noted, sitting up.
I dropped my bag on my desk and flopped onto my bed. "You have no idea."
Amelia set aside her cell and curiously eyes into me. "Do tell."
Sighing, I stared at the ceiling. "I met Jameson for coffee."
She gasped. "Wait, what? The same Jameson you've been avoiding like the plague? The very same Jameson you swore was an arrogant jerk?"
"Yes,
