Bailey POV
After practice, the ride back to Nolan's apartment is suffocating.
He keeps his hand on my thigh the entire way, his grip possessive and tight. Neither of us speaks, but the tension in the car is thick enough to choke on.
When we finally arrive and step inside, I feel the walls closing in on me.
I can't do this.
I can't spend another night here pretending and suffocating under his control.
"I need to step out," I say suddenly, my voice firmer than I expected. "I need some fresh air."
Nolan's head whips toward me, his expression immediately darkening.
"Fresh air?" he repeats, his tone dripping with suspicion.
“ Bailey, are you planning to run back to Hayes the moment I'm not looking?" He accuses me.
Something inside me snaps at his words.
"If you don't trust me, then y
