"You need to stop looking at me like that, Skylar." Jasper's voice startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I flinched, clutching my notebook tighter against my chest. "Like what?" I asked, though I knew what he meant.
He smirked, leaning casually against the edge of his desk, his dark suit pristine, his tie slightly loosened. "Like you think I have all the answers to your problems. I don't. But I can help if you let me."
Help. The word sounded foreign coming from him, and yet, lately, he had been the only one offering anything remotely close to guidance. It felt like stepping onto thin ice, but I was desperate for any sense of stability.
"I don't know what to think anymore," I admitted quietly, lowering my gaze. His office felt stifling, the walls closing in on me as his piercing eyes studied me.