POV: Adriana
I felt the room getting smaller. My chest heavy.
Ben stood at the front of the class, tall and confident, speaking with that same confidence that used to charm me. His voice sounded across the room, but I couldn’t understand a single word. My ears heard him, but my mind was trapped in thoughts somewhere else.
At first, I thought, I can do this. I can sit through his class. I can act like nothing happened between us.
That was a lie. A complete lie from the pit of hell.
Because as he taught, his eyes kept moving to mine. Out of all the students sitting here, it felt like he only looked at me. Only smiled at me. That same sweet smile that once disarmed me now felt like a poison—mocking me, taunting me, daring me to keep my composure.
And I hated it.
I hated that I was swea
