7
Eli’s POV
I’d been helping Celeste a few times during her lectures. Mostly tech stuff, projector issues, syncing her laptop, minor things.
But last night she har emailed me that she needed help with the reading passage today, telling me to come early and wear something night. No sign-off, no heart, just that.
I hadn’t slept much after reading it. When I showed up early to the lecture hall, she was already there, setting up her notes, hair in that half-twisted thing she does when she’s focused, dressed black turtleneck, heels... and the skirt.
It hit me instantly. The slit. It went high. Higher than it should for a classroom. The fabric parted a little when she walked. I looked away fast, but my brain was already screaming.
She looked up, smiled like she hadn’t just short-circuited
