PROFESSOR BLACK POV
She had been ignoring me since morning.And, f**k, it hurts more than I want to admit.
She doesn’t know how much I restrain myself around her.
How many times I swallow down the way my body responds to her.
How I’ve forced myself not to touch her like I touch the others.
She’s different.
But she won’t understand that.
She only sees the surface…me teasing, me mocking, me being the asshole everyone thinks I am.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair as we walk toward the school panel room.
She looks nervous…too nervous…and the plan I’d replayed in my head suddenly feels cruel.
Still, I try to soothe her, brushing my thumb across her palm, offering the softest smile I can manage.
She’ll be fine, I tell myself.
I’m here.
But the moment we step inside, the air sh
