Davina's POV
My grip tightened on my bag's strap as I stood motionless, eyes tracking Irvin as he cut through the crowd with that commanding presence that seemed to claim every space he entered.
And honestly, he might as well have owned it all.
Something about him radiated untouchability—like he existed on a different plane from the rest of humanity. Surrounded by bodies, yet completely isolated, his aura demanding attention without effort.
I drank in his confident stride, the way his shirt hugged every defined line of his torso, highlighting each sculpted muscle and sharp contour.
He was deep in conversation with one of his buddies, face unreadable, his jawline rigid with tension.
Christ.
Even after all this mess between us, he could still knock the wind right out of me.
I kept my eyes on him until he vanished down the hallway toward his prep room, my body practically vibrating with the urge to trail after him.
I forced myself to resist.
