Darrell
I couldn’t concentrate on anything. The stack of ungraded essays on my desk had been sitting there for two days, mocking me. Every time I tried to focus, my mind dragged me right back to her—Bella. The way she’d looked walking out that last night. The way she’d blocked my number like it was nothing. The way she’d left her panties behind and never came back for them.
She’d been in my class twice since then. Twice. Both times she sat in the back row, eyes forward, never once meeting mine. She answered questions when called on—polite, perfect, professional. Greeted me with a quiet “Good morning, Mr. Black” when she walked in, and that was it. No lingering glances. No small smiles. Nothing.
I was losing my f*****g mind.
I’d fallen for her. Hard. Deeper than I ever meant to. It star
