ELLA'S POV
You could hear a damn leaf fall in that car ride back home.
After the traumatic experience of watching a human being ripped from another human being like some kind of horror show disguised as "education," I was too emotionally scarred to speak. Dylan looked like he had seen the gates of hell. Max had somehow managed to shrink into himself, mumbling something about never touching a woman again without a legally binding contract and noise-canceling headphones.
Jason? Sweet Jason kept glancing at me, probably wondering if I was going to demand a full refund on his sperm.
The car pulled into the driveway with the energy of a funeral procession. My back was aching, my ankles were puffed up like overstuffed sausages, and I could feel my emotional stability hanging on by the thinnest thread.
Jason helped me out of the car like I was made of glass. "Let's get you to the couch, babe."
