|Javier|
“I can’t help but wonder what’s making you so eager to get back home,” Gab drawled the moment we slid into our seats, his voice tinged with amusement.
I furrowed my brows, casting him a sharp glance. There was a ghost of a smirk etched on his lips, the kind that said he knew something I didn’t, though his eyes remained glued to the glow of his phone screen.
“What exactly are you getting at?” I shot back, my tone clipped.
He finally turned his head toward me, that infuriating grin still plastered across his face. It was sly, knowing, and irritatingly self-satisfied—the sort of smile that made my palms itch to wipe it clean off.
“Oh, nothing much,” he replied with maddening casualness. “Let’s just say… this trip feels different from all the others. You know, not your usual home
