Nicholas POV
"Anthony, what the hell?" I snapped, standing up and adjusting my clothes, my frustration palpable.
"I, uh, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know," Anthony stammered, backing out of the room with his hands raised defensively. "I'll just... I'll be downstairs if you need me."
As soon as he left, I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "Monica, are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay. Just give me a moment and close the door behind you," she called back, her voice shaky.
I leaned against the door, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. "I'm sorry about what just happened. I didn't know he'd just barge in."
"It's not your fault, and I don't want to talk about it," she replied softly.
I nodded, walking to the door and leaving
