HENRY POV
As Daxton and I stepped out of the café, I took a long sip of my black coffee, letting the bitterness settle in my mouth as I tried to shake off the tension that always built up around Maria. Every time I saw her, she managed to get under my skin in ways no one else could. My little ladybug had a knack for driving me to the edge of my control, and I couldn't figure out if I loved or hated it. Probably both.
We had practice early, but the day had barely started, and I was already wired. Not because of the caffeine, though. More because of the damn look Maria had given me in the café. A mix of sarcasm and something else. Something that made my blood heat up and my patience run thin.
Daxton walked beside me, his usual brooding silence making him look unapproachable as ever, but I
