DANIEL’S POV
I was about to walk into the empty classroom when I heard her voice.
“I just had a little fun with him.”
Her tone was low, but every word cut deep — slicing through the air and straight into my chest. My hand froze on the doorknob. Fun with him? The words replayed in my head, over and over again, until my knuckles turned white from gripping the handle too tightly.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me who “him” was.
Professor Black.
My stomach tightened. My heart sank. For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
So she did have something going on with him.
I liked her … no, that’s not even the right word. From the moment I first saw her a year ago, I was drawn to her like a magnet. She had this quietness about her, always walking around in oversized hoodies and joggers, trying to blen
