Viya's POV
Heat flooded my cheeks at his suggestion.
The thought of him examining my skirt—and potentially seeing the stain in such an intimate area—made my stomach flip with mortification.
"I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom myself," I stammered, my earlobes burning with embarrassment.
"Wait."
He caught my wrist in one smooth motion and pulled me closer, carefully wrapping his suit jacket around my waist to conceal the bloodstain on my skirt.
"Th-thank you," I managed to say.
The professor and Elena could return any moment—this was definitely the safer option.
My cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment as I turned away, but instead of heading straight to the bathroom, I went to my car first. I always kept a change of clothes there, never expecting I'd need them f
