Julian's POV
I wake early, restless and unable to fall back asleep after the strange tension of last night. My body feels wired, my mind refusing to quiet down, no matter how many times I close my eyes and try to force it.
Eventually, I give up and just lie there, staring at the ceiling while morning light creeps through the blinds. I keep replaying the evening. The easy laughter in the kitchen, the near-touches that made my skin tingle, and the way Bryson looked at me before heading to bed with something soft in his expression.
Something has shifted between us, changed in ways I can't quite define. And I don't know what to do with it.
The uncertainty makes my chest tight with anxiety and something else I refuse to name.
Finally, I drag myself out of bed and get ready for
