Zeke’s POV
I don’t do feelings. I do flings, late-night drinks, and girls who know the rules , I don’t stay, and they don’t ask.
But ever since that day on the rooftop... ever since she looked like the world was crushing her and still stood tall, Ashtine Maze got under my skin. And I haven’t been able to get her out.
Tonight, I should be laughing with the boys, taking shots, and walking out with someone who won’t ask my last name. But no.
I’m here. Alone on Vale’s balcony, smoking a half-lit cigarette, replaying the look on her face earlier.
That awkward moment she passed by us during breakfast. The silence. The eye contact with Rich. The fire in her eyes.
I saw it all.
And what burned the most? She didn’t even look at me. Not after everything. Not after I tried to check on her at t
