_Nathan’s POV_
Miles opened the door before I could knock a second time.
He stepped aside without a word and let me in. The apartment was quiet, only one low light on in the living room. I walked in a few steps and stopped near the counter, suddenly aware of how long it had been since I’d stood here. Miles closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment, watching me.
“You said we needed to talk,” he said.
“I did.”
He pushed off the door and walked toward the kitchen, giving me space without fully turning his back. “Then talk.”
I dragged a hand through my hair. “I’ve been thinking about the last week. The space. The silence. All of it.”
“And?”
“It didn’t help the way I thought it would.” I let out a breath. “I thought if I put enough distance between us, I’d get my head clea
