Julian's POV
I spend the night restless, tossing and turning until my sheets are tangled and my pillow isn't even on the bed. . Every time I close my eyes, I see Bryson's face.
The distance we've been maintaining is killing me slowly.
By the time dawn breaks, I've made a decision. I can't keep doing this. Can't keep pretending that kiss didn't mean something, that I don't think about him constantly, that this tension between us isn't suffocating.
I need to confront him. Find out where we stand, even if the answer terrifies me.
When I finally drag myself out of bed, my heart is already pounding with nervous energy. I can hear Bryson moving around in the kitchen, the familiar sounds of him getting ready for his morning class.
I force myself to leave my room before I can c
