Gage
I stared at the closed door in front of me, not actually comprehending what the f**k just happened. One second Bree was in my arms—soft, pliant, her body melting against mine like it had been made for me—and the next she was shoving me away, her voice breaking into a scream as she told me to let her go, told me we’d never work.
It didn’t compute. None of it did.
Well, f**k that.
My jaw flexed hard, fists clenching at my sides as my eyes dropped down the hallway. That’s when I caught sight of Jenna. She froze the instant I looked at her, wide-eyed like a damn deer caught in headlights, and then bolted into her own room, slamming the door so hard it rattled the frame. Great. Another layer of confusion thrown onto this already f****d-up mess.
I turned back to Bree’s door, my pulse p
