Nathan runs a hand down his beard, clearly uncomfortable. “I just…wanted to apologize without my teammates listening.” He clears his throat. “I don’t know what I did in my sleep, Summer. I’m sorry if I crossed any lines.” “You absolutely didn’t,” I quickly say. “I’m sorry for even being here. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” His lips lift in a tiny smirk. “Waking up to you did not make me uncomfortable.”
