Hailee's POV
His hoodie was up, his face shadowed, but there was no mistaking him. He looked up at me, his eyes met mine—dark, tired, and filled with concern. I blinked, unsure if I was dreaming.
But I wasn't.
He was really here.
My heart kicked up in my chest, a different kind of ache blooming inside me.
I slowly opened the window. The cold night air rushed in, brushing against my skin.
"Nathan…?" I whispered.
"I had to see you," he said, his voice low and rough. "I couldn't sleep… I'm so worried."
He looked it too—hair messy, eyes slightly swollen like he hadn't rested a second since I left.
I just stared at him, stunned. What had gotten into him?
"I also want to explain the situation with Ariella…"
I cut him off. "Everyone knows you two are fuck buddies."
Nathan frowned, but didn't argue about it.
"Can I come in?" he asked, almost pleading.