Taylor was quiet after my words, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor between us. The silence pressed around us, heavier than the lavender-scented air of my room, until I thought maybe he wasn’t going to say anything at all.
But then his voice broke through, soft and hesitant. “Are you… comfortable still teaching him? I mean, despite how you feel about him.”
The question made my throat tighten. I hadn’t expected him to ask that, not like this, not so directly. His eyes flicked up to mine, guarded but searching, as though he was afraid of what my answer might be.
I forced a breath past the lump in my throat and nodded slowly. “Yeah. I’m sure I’m going to be fine.” My voice wavered just slightly, but I pushed on, softer now. “It’s… kind of my way of getting over him, you know? Facing it
