“Easton,” I finally began cautiously. “How did you know that I haven’t been paying tuition?” His smirk turned into a full-fledged grin that threatened to take my breath away. “Because I paid for it, obviously,” he said, completely unrepentantly might I add. As if it were perfectly normal to pay for your ex’s tuition from your big Hollywood contract after she brutally stabs you in the heart. My entire body locked up. My breath snagged. My ovaries simultaneously tried to riot and slap me. I choked. Like, actual sputtering, gasping, about-to-die choking.
