Bryson's POV
The next morning, I wake up to the sound of Julian moving around in the kitchen. For a moment, I consider staying in my room and avoiding him completely. But that would make things even more obvious than they already are.
I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom first. When I finally emerge, Julian's sitting at the counter with coffee and his laptop.
"Morning," he says, not looking up.
"Morning." I grab a mug from the cabinet.
He clears his throat. "About last night…
"Don't." I cut him off before he can even finish the sentence.
"We should talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about." I pour coffee, keeping my back to him.
"Bryson…”
"It was just post-game adrenaline. Let's leave it at that." The lie tastes bitter but I force it out
