The Prince Boy

JD watched from a distance, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He knew what was happening—he could see it in the way her shoulders shook, the way she knelt in the dirt like she had lost something far more important.

She was breaking.

His usual self—the selfish, self-preserving version of him that had ruled his life for years—whispered in his heart: Let her be.

She wasn't his girlfriend.

She didn't owe him her sadness.

Hell, she didn't even talk to him anymore.

She was dating another man. She made that choice. She broke his heart, not the other way around.

So why should he care?

But before he could stop himself, he was moving. No—he was running toward her.

This wasn't the first time he had gone against his own instincts when it came to her. And he sure as hell knew it wouldn't be the last.