Sera’s POV
The gym still smelled like s*x and sweat and bad decisions when the door opened.
We didn’t hear the keycard beep. We didn’t hear the footsteps.
We only heard Nicholas’s sharp inhale...like someone had punched the air out of him.
I froze, still wrapped in Cassian’s arms, my skirt half-down, his chest still pressed to my back, our reflections in the mirrors suddenly obscene.
Nicho stood in the doorway, gym bag slipping from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud.
His eyes...those kind, steady eyes that had looked at me like I was worth something even when I felt like nothing...were wide with something worse than anger.
.
Purely quiet, devastating disappointment.
He didn’t yell. He didn’t curse.
He just looked at me like I’d finally confirmed what he’d been afraid of
