Ollie's POV“Yo, you good? You look like you’ve seen a rogue,” Shane says, elbowing my arm hard enough to jolt me out of it.The word hits sharper than it should.Rogue.My jaw tightens automatically. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” I say, but I don’t look at him.Because I can’t.My eyes are still locked on her direction like something in me refuses to let go.That girl.Even from across the room, half-hidden behind shifting bodies and neon light, I can still pick her out. Dark hair spilling down her back, the kind of effortless beauty that doesn’t look like it’s trying to be noticed, but gets noticed anyway. Small frame, animated hands as she talks, like she’s always mid-thought, mid-laugh, mid-life.From what I saw of her up there, she was gorgeous.And that realization does something irritating to my chest. Tightens it. Low and constant, like a pressure I can’t quite name.Why do I feel like this?It isn’t attraction the way I’m used to it. It’s sharper. More intrusive. Like something in
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