Steele stands silently staring at Wren. He glances sideways as the door of the room closes, appreciative of the other boys for walking away. He has no idea how this could happen if they stayed. He has no idea how it is going to happen regardless. His eyes move back to Wren. The azure orbs that held such clarity only moments before are starting to haze over. There is nothing positive about this situation. It doesn't matter if she expressly said that she wanted to do this. He knows she is in a highly forced position. Even if it isn't him that is forcing her.
This is not something she would do in normal circumstances.
He is like the others. He has dreamed of being with her, but he always knew that his dreams would never come to reality. So standing here, so close to her with her heat burn
