Roman’s POV
I sat in class, but my mind was not steady. I tried to focus on the lesson, but everything in me felt scattered. My hands were cold, and I kept tapping my pen on the desk without knowing.
I tried to avoid looking in her direction.
But each time I raised my head, my eyes still went to her.
Elisa sat there quietly, but I felt her eyes on me like she was waiting.
I looked away fast. I did not want her to think anything. I did not want to remember last night.
I had made a mistake. Or maybe it was not a mistake, but it felt like trouble. Trouble I did not want.
The class continued. Students laughed, gusted and continued with their chats. But I was barely there.
When I asked questions, Elisa raised her hand every time. She wanted to answer. She wanted me to notice her. But I
