Stacey’s POV:
We didn’t count the days anymore.
They just passed like scenes in a quiet, golden film, melting into each other, each moment more delicate than the last. Three weeks could feel like three lifetimes when you were hiding love inside hallway glances and whispered goodbyes.
And somehow… that made it all more intoxicating.
Noah and I had slipped into a rhythm, a secret one, known only to the floorboards of his room and the shadows cast by his lamp at dusk.
On my free evenings or days off, I slipped into something softer than being a professor. Something private. I’d make sure Tessa was with Chloe or had everything she needed for a few hours. Then, I’d drive over to Noah’s neighborhood and park a block away, nerves fluttering like the first time every single time.
He’d open t
