The rest of the day stretched out in endless panic for Nathan. He couldn’t even pretend to be himself anymore—every breath felt shallow, every movement mechanical, like his body was moving on autopilot while his mind screamed. Through every class, Noah’s hungry eyes stayed locked on him, burning holes into his skin no matter how hard Nathan tried to avoid looking back. Even when he stared down at his notebook or pretended to focus on the teacher, he could feel that gaze following him everywhere—possessive, intense, waiting. The moment the closing bell rang, Nathan didn’t hesitate. He snatched his backpack from under the desk, his heart slamming against his ribs, and pushed through the crowded classroom in a rush, his heels clicking fast against the floor.Just as he reached the doorway, a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder, stopping him cold. “Don’t make me wait,” Noah’s cold voice warned low in his ear, close enough that only Nathan could hear it over the noisy chatter of the
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