Finn noticed.
He watches her like he’s already planning the first date.
Kael noticed.
He watches her like he’s already planning the funeral of the man who hurts her.
I notice.
I watch her like I’m trying not to tear the world apart to get another taste of the way she looks at me.
I sling my bag over my shoulder.I need to get the hell out of here.
But then I hear her voice.
Soft.
Close.
In the hallway.
Something in my chest pulls.
I should keep walking.
I don’t.
I round the corner and there she is—tugging that oversized Reapers hoodie over her head, hair getting mussed in the process.She huffs out a frustrated breath, trying to smooth it down.
Cute.
Too cute.
She looks up and stops.“Oh.”
That’s it.
Just "oh."
Like she didn’t just short-circuit my entire central nervous system earlier.
I swallow the growl trying to crawl up my throat.
“You heading out?”she asks.
“Yeah.”
She nods, hugging her arms around herself.She looks small in that hoodie.My hoodie, technically—it’s got Kael’s initial embroidered on it, but all our warm-up gear lives in the same damn bin.Doesn’t matter.
It looks better on her anyway.
“You cold?”I ask before I can stop myself.
Wren blinks.“What?”
“Your hands.”
I lift my chin at them.
