Gage
I had my arm wrapped snugly around Bree’s front, her back warm and solid against my chest as we stood in line. The whole camp was sluggishly shuffling forward toward Derek’s hut to hand in our phones. Me? I couldn’t care less about the stupid device. Take it, smash it, lock it up—didn’t matter. What mattered was keeping Gabriella from finding any more ways to hurt Bree. If I had to pull strings behind her back, talk to Derek in secret, and make sure no one got the chance to mess with her again, I’d do it without blinking. Hell, I’d do worse if it meant seeing that smile on Bree’s face again.
I thought we’d ended the night perfectly. The kind of perfect that made my chest feel too full. Her lips on mine, the way she’d leaned into me before disappearing inside with that shy smile. I t
