“It’s fine.”
“No. It’s not.”
He steps closer and lowers his voice slightly.
“He’ll pay for that.”
A chill runs down my spine at the promise in his tone.
“And you won’t be seeing that scum ever again.”
“You don’t get to decide that for me,” I snap back.
Movement further down the corridor catches my attention.
Students walk past us, and my stomach drops when I notice one girl with her phone raised slightly in our direction.
I shove a hand against Hunter’s chest, forcing some space between us.
“Don’t do that again,” I hiss.
Then I turn and walk straight into the classroom without looking back.
My heart pounds all the way to my seat.
Being seen with Hunter like that was already dangerous, but with Julian here too…
And that girl definitely took a picture.
If she posts it somewhere, I’m fucked.
I quickly take my usual seat at the front of the classroom.
He walks in only seconds later.
He passes by me, and his familiar scent reaches me almost instantly.
It reminds me too much of that night.
Of him.
“Morning, everyone,” he booms, leaning back against his desk with one ankle crossed over the other and his hands loosely clasped in front of him.
His black shirt looks immaculate, his trousers just the same, not a single crease in sight. His hair sits perfectly in place, his beard trimmed, leaving behind only a faint shadow along his jaw.
And his eyes…
His eyes never leave mine even while he addresses the entire class.
Just as usual, I suppose.
I close my eyes briefly and press my fingers against my temples.
He really isn’t making this easy for me.
Maybe he doesn’t even realise what he’s doing.
Or maybe he does, and simply doesn’t care.
