Chapter 3
It didn’t take long before I stopped pretending. Pretending I could sit through Dr. Lawson’s lectures and not ache. Pretending I could walk past her office without remembering the taste of her mouth, the way she made me unravel.
I craved her.
So when I found myself lingering after a late lecture, the hallways already dark and deserted, I didn’t even bother to lie to myself. My steps carried me straight to her office door.
She was there, of course, she always was perched behind her desk, red pen in hand, glasses low on her nose. She looked up when I entered, and I swear my whole body went hot at once.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, voice calm but eyes sharp.
“Then tell me to leave,” I whispered.
For a heartbeat, silence stretched between us. Then she set he
