Her fingers are tucked into the sleeves, knuckles pink from the ice.
“Oh.”She laughs awkwardly.“I’m fine.”
She’s not.
And I hate that I noticed.
I hate even more that I care.
I take a step closer.
“You shouldn’t walk out alone.”
She raises a brow.“Are you offering to escort me to my car?”
I narrow my eyes.“No.I’m telling you it’s not safe.”
“Atlas, this is Boston, not a war zone.”
“Same thing.”
She huffs a laugh, shaking her head.“I’ll be fine.Really.”
She goes to step around me.
I move without thinking.
My hand comes up.
Not touching her.
Just blocking her path.
Her breath catches.
Mine does too.
Fuck.
I drop my hand instantly, jaw clenched.“Just...text someone when you get home.”
She hesitates, then says quietly, “Who?”
It’s innocent.
Too innocent.
Before I can answer, Finn’s voice cuts through the hall.
“There you are!Jesus, I thought you left.Can I walk you out?”
Wren turns, relief blooming across her face.“Yeah.Thanks.”
Of course he'd show up.
Finn grins at her like he didn’t just throw gasoline on whatever this is.
“Night, Atlas,” Wren says, stepping past me.
