Jane
The next day, I couldn’t get Mia’s voice out of my head.
He’s gonna be breathing your air.
It haunted me.
Every time Austin leaned closer. Every time our knees brushed under the table. Every time he smirked without meaning to. It was like she’d planted something inside me and now it was growing wild—thorns and all.
I hadn’t said much during our tutoring session. Not really. Not the way I usually did. I pointed at things. Explained concepts. Asked questions. But my voice kept catching, and my thoughts kept slipping, and I was hyper-aware of the way his fingers tapped the table or how he bit the inside of his cheek when concentrating.
And I hated it. Hated how it made me feel off-balance, out of control, like I was skating on too-thin ice with no way to stop.
So when practice rol
