It was the middle of the second semester when everything finally came to a point.
We were sitting in one of the quieter areas on campus, a space tucked behind the main building where fewer students passed through.
It had become one of our usual spots… simple, quiet, away from unnecessary attention.
I was reviewing notes, and Wallace was watching me. I noticed it after a while.
“You’re distracting,” I said without looking up.
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
I glanced at him then, narrowing my eyes slightly. “You’re not even pretending to deny it.”
“No point.”
I shook my head lightly, returning my attention to my notes… though not as focused as before.
There was a pause. Longer than usual. And then, his expression turned more serious.
“Nyra.”
Something in his tone made me
