CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
THE WORLD FALLS APART
THEO’S POV
I have no bloody idea what I’m doing here, standing in Mateo’s room, pretending to pay attention to the video game, while my eyes keep flicking toward the window that gives a clear view of the street across. More specifically, her house.
A part of me is hoping, stupidly, desperately, that she’ll walk out. Maybe she’ll be heading to the store or just taking out the trash. Hell, I’d take anything at this point. Just one f*****g glance. Just to see her.
She probably thinks I’m a complete douchebag for ghosting her the entire damn week. And maybe she’d be right. But how do I explain that keeping my distance was the only way I could protect her?
“I’m beginning to think this wasn’t the game night you made me believe it was,” Mateo says, n
