LOGINI stood in my room, fumbling with the buttons of my pajamas.No matter how many times I tried, my injured arm made even the simplest things frustrating.Just as I gave up with a sigh, there was a knock on my door.“Come in,” I called.The door opened, and Liam stepped inside.“I made dinner,” he said. “Come and eat.”Then his eyes fell on me.He sighed.“Why don’t you ever call me whenever you need help?”“I was just about to finish,” I muttered.He raised an eyebrow.“About to finish?”He walked toward me.“That’s a lie.”I looked away.“You weren’t even close.”He stopped in front of me before gently taking the loose buttons between his fingers.“You can’t even button your pajamas by yourself right now.”His voice wasn’t mocking.It was patient.Careful.Without another word, he slowly fastened each button for me.We were standing so close that I could feel his warm breath.Somehow…That had become normal.Or maybe it hadn’t.Because every single time Liam stood this close to me, my
I waited until Liam finished practicing before getting up from the bench.The moment he reached me, he smiled faintly.“Let’s go.”He bent down and picked up my bag before I could even touch it.I didn’t bother arguing anymore.There was no point.I had never won an argument against Liam.We slowly made our way toward the reception building. The evening breeze was cool, and after hours of sitting, my leg felt stiff, forcing me to walk even slower.Just as we reached the entrance, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around me.“Oh my God!”I almost lost my balance.“Where have you been?” Camilla exclaimed, squeezing me into a tight hug. “I missed you so much! I wanted to come and see you, but school has been so busy.”I laughed softly despite the pain.“I missed you too.”While she was still hugging me, I looked over her shoulder toward Liam.Our eyes met.He leaned closer and whispered quietly, “I’ll head back. Call me when you’re done.”I nodded.“Okay.”But…His eyes weren’t as brig
“Liam, please.” I grabbed his hand before he could take another step. “Please, let’s not enter class like this.”He sighed impatiently. “Then what do you want?”“Give me my bag.”“Noah, you’re sick.” He frowned. “I’m helping you. Don’t you understand?”“I do understand you’re helping me,” I said quietly. “But you’re also making it harder for me. Everyone is going to stare at us.”“Let them stare.”Before I could argue again, he walked into the classroom, leaving me standing outside.I sighed and slowly followed him inside. My right arm was wrapped in a cast, and my leg was still in a plaster brace. Thankfully, the doctor had said my leg wasn’t badly injured—it just needed support for a while.I thought Liam had already gone to his seat, but when I stepped through the doorway, I found him waiting for me. Without saying a word, he gently rested his hand on my shoulder and walked beside me all the way to my desk.Whispers immediately spread across the classroom.I couldn’t blame my class
By the time Blake and the other students returned, the atmosphere between Liam and me had completely changed.I couldn’t even bring myself to meet his gaze anymore. Every time I looked at him, guilt twisted painfully inside my chest. All this time, it had been such a simple misunderstanding between us.“Do you want some water? Juice?” Liam asked as we returned to the tent.I offered him an awkward smile.“Yeah,” I replied quickly.Honestly, anything that got him away from my side for a few minutes sounded good.He nodded and stood up before disappearing outside.A moment later, Blake stumbled into the tent looking completely exhausted. He dropped down beside me, panting heavily.“That was horrible,” he groaned. “Thank God you didn’t come. Honestly, I wish we could just go home tomorrow. I’m tired.”Then he turned toward me.“And you? How are you?”“I’m okay.”His eyes narrowed.“Wait.”He leaned closer.“Your eyes are red.”My heart skipped.“And your hand—”He grabbed my injured wris
Noah’s POVI woke up groggy and drained, my head still throbbing from the music I’d blasted through my headphones the entire night. Those sounds raw, unrestrained moans echoing through the walls had burrowed under my skin in ways I didn’t want to examine. I sighed heavily as I opened my door, the hallway quiet for once. Liam hadn’t mentioned anything about groceries, and though I planned to buy my own soon, hunger gnawed at me now. My first class wasn’t until after lunch, so I padded toward the kitchen, hoping to whip up something quick before the “lover birds” emerged.I cracked a couple of eggs into a pan, the sizzle filling the small space. Just eat and go, I told myself.Suddenly, a voice behind me made me tense. “Morning.”I turned. It was the girl from last night . She was adjusting Liam’s oversized shirt over her shorts, looking far too comfortable.“Liam’s bad for real,” she said with a light laugh. “He didn’t tell me we had a guest.”I forced a smile. “I’m his new roommate.”
Blake sat down beside my chair like he wasn’t sure he had the right to be there.“Hi, Noah,” he said softly.I turned my head toward him. “Hi, Blake.”For a second, neither of us spoke. The air between us felt different now—less sharp than yesterday, but still careful, like we were walking around something fragile.“How did you know where I stay?” I asked.He exhaled slowly, eyes dropping to his hands.“Camilla,” he said. “She told me.”Of course she did.He leaned back slightly, as if the weight of what he was about to say made his shoulders tired.“I didn’t sleep well,” he admitted. “I’ve been thinking about how I acted yesterday… I was really bad to you. I’m sorry, Noah. I was angry because—” he stopped, shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”I looked at him for a moment, then sighed lightly.“It’s okay.”And I meant it.Because I couldn’t fully blame him. Not when I had stirred things in him too—twisted things without meaning to, especially
I spent the whole night laughing.Ken was easy company in a way that was difficult to explain naturally funny, completely unbothered, the kind of person who fills a room without trying to. With Liam there was always the guilt underneath everything, the constant quiet awareness that I was not who h
I brought him back to the dorm room.He was Noah’s best friend. He had come all this way, showed up without being asked, and caught me before I hit the ice. The least I could do was give him somewhere to sit. I opened the door and he settled on the edge of the bed and looked at me with the particul
Nothing changed the following day.The coach had apparently decided that the co-captaincy was a permanent arrangement, which meant Kai arrived at every session with the energy of someone who had been given a platform and intended to use every inch of it. I said little. I watched. I had learned, in
Days moved quickly after that.Kai’s hand improved steadily I could see it in the way he carried himself, the gradual return of ease to his movements. The plaster came off. The careful, guarded way he’d been holding his arm began to loosen. I still felt the guilt sitting somewhere low in my chest







