Lola’s POV

We stopped in the quiet hallway outside the locker room. The sounds of footsteps and chatter from the pool faded behind us, leaving just the hum of the lights above.

Morgan leaned against the wall opposite me, his eyes fixed on me. He wasn’t smiling the way he usually did, but watching me with a steady, intent stare.

I shifted uncomfortably, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t have to look at me like that,” I said quietly. “People will notice. You’ll ruin your ...