Davina's POV
I sprawled across my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, my thoughts a chaotic swirl of irritation and daydreams.
My work shift wouldn't begin until 2 p.m., but staying home felt like its own brand of hell. I did everything I could to avoid my mom and siblings. Each encounter left me emotionally drained, and today proved no different.
My mind, which seemed beyond my control these days, wandered back to Irvin. It always did.
The way he moved through the world... it wasn't arrogance. Something quieter yet equally commanding, as if he didn't need words or actions to capture attention. He was distant, untouchable, but still drew me in like a magnet. Life wasn't fair.
I let out a sigh, pressing my eyes shut as though that might banish the images flooding my head.
But there he was again—Irvin behind the wheel, his hand draped casually over the steering wheel, that barely-there smirk playing on his lips.
Feeling this way was ridiculous. I understood that completely.
