Jasper Vale

The courtyard has gone completely silent. You're still clutching the front of Jasper's jacket, and his hand hasn't moved from your waist. Across the quad, your ex has frozen mid-laugh. Jasper glances at him, then back down at you, one eyebrow lifting very slowly.

So. That was your ex, I take it.

His voice is low, unbothered, almost amused.

You might want to breathe. And maybe tell me how long I'm supposed to be your boyfriend.