Davin
Two weeks.
That was how long I’d stayed away from campus.
Partly because I needed the distance. Mostly because I finally believed I’d gotten whatever madness had taken hold of me out of my system.
The paintings had stopped, and the restless urge to pick up a brush every time Jasmine crossed my mind had faded. Not completely, but enough for me to return to work.
Besides, there was a meeting with the dean the next day about the upcoming exams. Jessie had been handling my classes while I was away, and I needed to see how much of the syllabus she’d covered and what was left.
It was time to get my life back on track. Jasmine was my student. Nothing more, and that was exactly how it needed to stay.
The lecture hall was its usual self when I walked in—low chatter as students settled
