“You again?” His voice was sharp, laced with irritation as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

You forced a smile, ignoring the way his icy gaze made your skin prickle. “Your sister invited me over. Again.”

He scoffed, stepping aside just enough to let you in. “Of course, she did.”

It had always been like this—his cold stares, the clipped words, the way he acted like you were an annoying fly buzzing too close. But this time, there was something different in his eyes, something unreadable.

Me and Hailey walk over to his black Mercedes Benz.

“If you so much as breathe near my stuff again, i swear-”