_Nathan’s POV_
By morning, the almost-seen moment had turned into a loop I couldn’t shut off.
It hadn’t even been dramatic. No confrontation. No accusation. Just a glance from the wrong people at the wrong time, and me stepping away from Miles fast enough to feel guilty about it later. All night I kept replaying the junction in the path, the staff members, the assistant coach, the way my body reacted before my mind finished assessing the risk.
Miles texted once before classes.
**Miles:**
Stop overthinking the path.
I stared at the message in bed, thumb hovering.
**Nathan:**
Easy for you to say.
**Miles:**
I didn’t say it was easy. I said stop.
That was all.
I got ready anyway, pulled on a hoodie, and headed out like it was a normal day. Campus looked the same as always. That
