(Aiden's POV)
Cassian's face was flushed, his breaths uneven as if he'd just sprinted a mile. He shoved Leonel's arm off him like it burned and turned toward me with the weakest laugh I'd ever heard.
"It's nothing," he blurted out, voice too quick, too nervous. "Leonel just reminded me about… something embarrassing I did when I was drunk."
He patted my hand awkward, rushed like he was begging me to let it go, then hurried back toward the classroom. His steps were too fast, like he thought if he kept moving, maybe the heat in his cheeks and the weight in the air would disappear.
I stared after him, trying to piece together what I'd just walked in on. My chest tightened, something sharp crawling under my skin. I knew Cassian was lying. His laugh was shaky, his words flimsy.
Behind me, Leonel let out a low chuckle. "Cute," he murmured under his breath, soft but smug.
