Miles's POV
I saw the whole thing. Every damn second of it.
Ronan's hands are on her. Her lips on his. The way her body leaned into his was like she belonged there.
I should've walked away. Should've left it alone.
But I didn't.
I stayed right there in the shadows, my jaw tight, and my fists clenched. Watching the girl I was supposed to be toying with fall into his arms like it meant something. Like he deserved her.
He didn't.
And I was done pretending I didn't care. The mask slipped more easily now.
It used to take effort, a charming smile, careless swagger, all smooth words, and harmless flirtation. But lately, it felt like that version of me was cracking at the edges.
I wasn't sure what was underneath anymore.
But I knew it wasn't soft. And it definitely
