The next day felt like a slow walk toward punishment.
Elias barely spoke to me in the morning. He just made coffee, and kissed my forehead, but his eyes were distant and dark. The anger from last night still lingered between us.
“I have meetings until late,” he said as I was leaving.
“Come straight to the house after your last class. Don’t go anywhere else.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He caught my arm before I could walk out. “Lila.”
I looked up at him.
His voice dropped. “If you let him touch you before you come back tonight… I’ll know.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
The warning sat heavy in my chest as I walked to campus.
All day I felt like everyone was watching me. Sarah tried to talk to me again during lunch but I brushed her off. Marcus kept his distance, but
