Silas Pov
The school had been lively but all I could think about the entire ride back was how every single one of those boys had looked at her.
I'd sat beside Hazel in the back seat while Leo drove, close enough that her shoulder pressed into my arm every time the car drifted over a lane marker, close enough to catch the faint sweetness of whatever she'd put in her hair that morning. Something floral. Soft. The kind of scent that had no business living this close to a man like me, and yet there it was, threading into my lungs like it had always belonged there.
I hadn't said much. I rarely do. But I'd watched.
I watched the way she fussed with the hem of her skirt at each red light, tugging it lower with two fingers, completely unaware that the gesture only drew more attention to her le
