~Three weeks later~
The last three weeks had been harder than I expected.
And it's all because of him.
Because every day felt like a war I was losing.
On one hand, I was trying to resist Zander, his voice, his hands, the way he looked at me like he already knew how I would react before I did.
On the other side, I was waiting.
Watching.
Hoping.
Hoping he would slip.
Hoping Liam would say something useful.
Hoping Zander would open that folder again.
Hoping I would finally get something.
Anything.
But nothing happened.
Days passed like water through my fingers with quiet breakfasts, lectures, and nights in the same house as the man I was supposed to hate. The routine became normal in the worst way possible.
And Zander…
Zander didn’t make it easier.
A touch that lingered half
