The morning after the kiss, Vivian walked into the school building with her head held high, her spine rigid, and her pulse hammering against her throat. She had spent the entire night berating herself, dissecting every moment, every mistake. She had sworn to herself—sworn—that she would not let it happen again.
And the only way to ensure that was to stay as far away from Ethan Carter as humanly possible.
She clutched her coffee cup like a lifeline as she made her way to her classroom, her heels clicking against the tile floor in a determined rhythm. She ignored the curious stares of students who noticed her slightly frazzled demeanor, the way she seemed to move with more purpose than usual. No one could know. No one could suspect.
Especially not him.
She stepped inside her classroom, s
