The heat between them hadn’t faded. If anything, it had gotten worse.
Adrian avoided her for two days—staying late at the university, disappearing into his room, barely speaking more than polite words at breakfast. And when Caleb was around, Adrian acted like she didn’t exist at all.
But she knew better.
He was cracking. She saw it in the way his hands twitched when she got too close. In how his eyes lingered when he thought she wasn’t looking. The man was a storm with skin.
On the third day, she found a note slipped under her door.
Study session. 5 PM. My office. Come prepared to think.
She smiled at the word think.
Because she already knew she wouldn’t be doing much of that.
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At 5 PM sharp, she knocked on Adrian’s home office door. It was a converted guest bedroom, filled with
