.SELENA'S POV
I froze the moment he stepped closer.
My chest tightened instantly, my fingers curling at my sides. I couldn't look up at him, not after that call, not after everything he might have heard. God, please don't ask. Please don't ask me anything. I didn't want him to see it … the mess, the shame, the ugly truth about my family. I didn't want to look small in front of him. Not now.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.
Then, "Get some rest."
My head snapped up.
That was it. No questions, no interrogation, no pity. Just that. His voice wasn't cold or mocking, it was calm, almost careful. "You have your shoot tomorrow," he added, his gaze scanning my face briefly before looking away. "Don't be too excited. You might mess it up."
I blinked. Was that… his v
