Mr. Evans' arms were still wrapped around me, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me up against the cold tiled wall as if letting go might undo everything that had just passed between us.
His forehead touched mine, and I could feel the hesitation ripple through him. His eyes searched mine, the fire still burning in them, but now clouded with something else—reality, perhaps. The real world was back, knocking at the door, reminding us that this moment wasn't just ours anymore.
"We can't—" I whispered breathlessly, my voice trembling, not just from being caught, but from the weight of it all.
"I know," he said softly, lowering me with excruciating care, his hands lingering at my waist as if reluctant to fully let go. "But don't mistake this for something I regret."
I stood barefoot on t
