Caught me watching her.
Again.
This time neither of us looked away.
The apartment suddenly felt too warm.
Too loud.
Too crowded.
The guy beside Rowan leaned closer to say something near her ear.
My jaw tightened automatically.
And Rowan noticed that too.
Her eyes flicked briefly to my mouth.
Then she smiled.
Not sweet.
Not nice.
Trouble.
Complete fucking trouble.
Five
CHAPTER FIVE
ROWAN
Mason Reed was staring at me like he wanted to start a fight or kiss me stupid.
Honestly, with him, it could go either way.
“Who is that?” Caleb asked beside me, following my line of sight toward the living room.
“Basketball player.”
“That tells me absolutely nothing at this school.”
Fair.
Blackthorne produced athletes the way rich people produced disappointments.
Caleb leaned against the kitchen counter beside me, still talking about some photography exhibit downtown while I pretended to listen.
In reality, I could feel Mason’s attention from across the apartment like a hand between my shoulder blades.
Annoying.
Worse:
I was aware of him too.
