Roman smirked slightly, arms crossed. “Of course you do. I told you, I’m good at teaching.”
“Wow,” I said with fake shock. “Did Roman Jaxon Cross just admit he’s good at something that doesn’t involve being a control freak?”
He didn’t even blink. “I’m a control freak who gets results.”
I rolled my eyes, then pointed to one of the topics we skipped. “But this section… how positive are you that it won’t appear?”
Roman leaned forward, scanning the page like it was beneath him. “That? No. I know those teachers. They like to scare people with it but they always skip it. Just trust me—read these instead,” he said, flipping back to the pages he’d marked.
I studied his face as he spoke. Calm. Sure. Serious.
“I do trust you,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
He glanced at me but said
