Ezekiel's POV
Ximena Garcia walks around with an invisible bullseye on her back, and I'm the one who keeps pulling the trigger.
She has no clue, of course. But I can't resist taking aim every single time.
It's almost too simple. She makes it effortless. The way crimson spreads across her cheeks when I deliver a cutting remark, the way her eyes ignite like she's torn between slugging me and vanishing into thin air.
Other girls just smirk or fire back without missing a beat.
But Ximena absorbs every word like it's burning through her skin. And I'm addicted to watching her unravel.
Even when guilt creeps in later, wondering why I keep pushing her past her breaking point.
Maybe it's because she gets under my skin in ways she shouldn't.
