Brandon's POV
I watched Seth slip into the driver's seat and pull away, the soft hum of the engine fading into the evening noise of downtown. But the silence left behind was anything but calm. My mind had been spiraling from the moment I saw Seth's arms around her. The way Seth had held out Chloe's jacket — casually but intimately — like it was something he'd done before. The way his fingers brushed her bare shoulder when he helped her slip it back on. Why wasn't she wearing the jacket in the first place? Why was her skin against his? Why did she look so… comfortable?
I dragged a palm down my face.
You're being irrational, I warned himself, but the words barely stuck. My emotions were fire, My brain was smoke.
