Adah's POV
I sat there trying to ignore Jayden's presence beside me, but it was impossible. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline and those annoyingly perfect cheekbones. When he's not talking, when he's not being a complete jerk, he's actually... No. Stop it, Adah.
The silence stretched between us, and despite everything, I found myself stealing glances at him. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his eyes seemed lost in thought. Why does he have to be so attractive? It would be so much easier to hate him if he looked like a troll.
Then, out of nowhere, he slapped himself. Hard.
"Okay, stop!" I reached out instinctively, grabbing his wrist before he could do it again. "Are you losing it? What is wrong with you?"
"I..." He looked at m
