The ride to Silver Ridge Academy felt like being chauffeured by four bodyguards who couldn’t decide whether to stay close or give me space—and ended up doing neither.
Callum drove like the wheel insulted him, his shoulders stiff, jaw set in a line that screamed don’t push me. Rory lounged in the back beside me, thigh pressed against mine in that casual, territorial way he always pretended was an accident. Seth hummed under his breath—some filthy tune he probably made up—eyes flicking toward me every few seconds like he was trying to keep himself in check. And Jaxon… Jaxon didn’t look away from me once. Fire-gold eyes locked on my face like he was memorizing every emotion I wasn’t showing.
My stomach flipped under all of it. And annoyingly? Part of me liked the attention. Hated that I lik
