“You keep acting like this is theoretical.”
I frowned slightly. “What is.”
“Her.”
That answer came too fast.
Too clean.
I looked away toward the skyline.
“You’re drunk.”
“I’m correct.”
Unfortunately, that was worse.
Across the rooftop, Rowan was sitting near one of the low couches now.
Luca beside her again.
Closer this time.
Not invasive.
Comfortable.
Like they’d skipped the awkward stage completely.
That shouldn’t have bothered me.
It did anyway.
Because nothing with Rowan had ever been easy.
Everything with her felt measured.
Observed.
Like both of us were constantly standing half a step away from saying the wrong thing.
And Luca?
He just existed near her without thinking twice.
That difference was getting under my skin more than I wanted to admit.
ROWAN
Luca stole someone’s hoodie off the back of a chair and tossed it toward me.
“You look cold.”
“I’m not.”
“You literally folded into yourself.”
I glanced down.
