NINA’S POV
I caught the tremor in her fingers. The way her lips quivered, even when she tried to hide it. Amara was vibrating like a leaf caught in the wind, and that alone told me more than any confession could.
I leaned in, lowering my voice so only she could hear.
“You’re f*****g Professor Black, aren’t you?”
Her head jerked up, eyes wide, terrified. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. Her silence, her panic—oh, it was everything I needed.
I almost smiled. Almost.
But before I could savor it, before I could watch her crumble beneath my gaze, a shadow slid between us.
I blinked, looking up…and my breath hitched.
The janitor.
God, he was even hotter up close. Blonde hair messy in that careless way, lips sharp and perfectly curved, his tall frame casting a shadow that swall
