Naomi’s Pov;

For two days, I didn’t talk to him.

Not because I was angry. Not even because I wanted space.

I just didn’t trust myself.

Every time Cassian walked into a room, I felt that same pull like gravity was something he controlled, and I was just another thing caught in its orbit. The worst part was, he didn’t even have to speak.

He’d pass by me in the hallway, give a short nod, and my heart would start doing that thing it did the one that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.

So I hid.

I spent hours in the shooting range, emptying magazines until my...