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She looks… different.
Flushed. Soft. Distracted.
Happy.
He immediately hates it.
He shouldn’t.
He knows he shouldn’t.
But when she avoids eye contact, when she sits down too fast, when she bites her lip trying to act normal, his suspicion spikes.
And when she gets a message and goes pale-pink all at once?
Yeah.
He knows.
He knows.
He just doesn’t want to admit who it is.
He clenches his jaw.
He has to say something.
She’s not thinking clearly.
Someone should look out for her.
He will.
Even if she hates him for it.
RUBY
My phone buzzes again.
A message.
From him.
Jaxon:
Noon.
Don’t be late.
I close my eyes.
My heart thunders.
I whisper to myself:
“I’m in so much trouble.”
But my body answers first:
