JUNIPER’S POV
“What does he want from you?” Hiram’s voice cuts through.
I shrug casually, brushing him off.
“Probably to ask why I missed his class. He is my lecturer, you know.” Hiram’s brows knit together with a frown, which makes me regret my response at once, as I hadn’t intended it to sound the way it did.
“God, Hiram. Not every lecturer is out to sleep with me. Professor Victor is old, strict, and probably has a lovely family.” I try to sound nonchalant, but the unease in his gaze doesn’t waver.
“You think I’m worried for nothing?” His tone has a tinge of frustration simmering beneath it.
I sigh.
“Do you not want me to go?”
“It’s not that.” His voice softens. “It’s just... meeting him in his office. Behind closed doors. That’s unnecessary. If it’s about class, he could’ve add
