I could feel it.
Caleb leaned forward slightly. “You want headphones?”
“No.”
He nodded.
Didn’t push.
That was his pattern.
And that was part of the problem too.
Because nothing about him forced anything.
Which made everything else feel louder.
Mason
Bus still wasn’t moving.
Jace sighed. “We’re not getting there soon.”
“Yeah.”
I looked forward again.
I shouldn’t have.
But I did.
Rowan was still facing forward.
Not turning.
Not checking.
Just existing in a way that made the space feel tighter than it should’ve been.
Caleb shifted slightly behind her.
Her shoulder moved slightly with it.
And I noticed that too.
That was the part I didn’t like.
Not her.
Not him.
Just how easily I was tracking it.
Like it mattered.
Even when I told myself it didn’t.
Twenty Two
