Lola's POV

I saw how Morgan was forcing himself to stay calm. I stood there, frozen. He looked like he was holding back a scream or a punch. His eyes were jumping from spot to spot. He wanted to look in control, but he was not.

Inside my head, everything was a mess. It was like a storm, with the wind hitting everything, and nothing was still. That is what turmoil feels like. There was a loud noise in my mind that made it hard to think clearly.

I noticed he was fighting his own feelings in ...