But it didn’t move away.
Neither did I.
That was the problem.
Jace noticed instantly beside me.
His head tilted slightly. “Oh no.”
I didn’t respond.
Because I was already aware.
Her chair.
My knee.
Neither of us moving.
The room suddenly felt quieter even though nothing changed.
Caleb leaned forward slightly again, his voice low.
“Rowan,” he said. “You writing everything or just pretending to?”
She didn’t turn.
“Both,” she said.
Simple.
Flat.
Controlled.
That made something tighten in my chest again.
Because she didn’t sound affected by anything in the room.
Except she was sitting inches from me and didn’t move away.
Coach paused the film.
“Focus,” he said sharply. “Reed, you’re late on transition recognition.”
“I know.”
“You don’t look like you do.”
I nodded once.
Didn’t speak.
Because I was still aware of her chair against me.
Still not moving mine.
Neither of us acknowledging it.
