Paxton’s POV
I shouldn’t be here. I should walk away from this.
That was the first thing I thought as I sat on my bike across the street and watched Gabriel drop Carlota at her house. I didn’t even know why I came out of the house to look. I told myself it wasn’t my business. I told myself I didn’t care. But there I was, watching them like some kind of i***t.
Gabriel leaned a little closer to her before she went inside, and something in my heart twisted. I hate this feeling. I hate that I even had it. I'm not supposed to care or let it, but I can't help myself. I feel so jealous.
When Gabriel finally rode away, I looked down at my hands on the handlebars. They were tight around the metal without me realizing it. It annoyed me even more.
“I need to get out of here,” I muttered.
I star
