Steve’s POV
I was still annoyed about what happened last night. No, maybe annoyed wasn’t the right word. Jealous. That was the truth. I wasn’t angry at Ava. I could never be. But knowing that Zayne had marked her first left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as I drove to the library, stealing glances at Ava from the corner of my eye. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t looking at me, but I could tell she was lost in thought.
She had no idea how much she affected me.
Every little thing she did, every breath, every shift in her seat pulled me deeper into her. It drove me crazy, knowing she wasn’t fully mine yet but Zayne.
When we arrived, I parked the car and quickly got out to open her
