Nicolas’s POV
I told myself it was pointless.
The whole walk from campus to her apartment, I kept repeating it like a mantra. This was just a mandatory tutor session. Just a boring academic requirement.
That was all this was supposed to be.
But my hands were shoved deep in my pockets, and my heart was beating too fast for something that was supposed to mean nothing.
I slowed down when I reached her building, staring up at the balcony I vaguely remembered from the one time Tyrique dragged me here years ago. It looked exactly like her, neat, organized, not a single thing out of place. I could practically feel her judgment from the damn railing.
“Relax,” I muttered to myself, rolling my shoulders back. “It’s just tutoring. She's not going to kill you.”
Though honestly… she looked like
