ISABELLA’S POV
I stumbled out of Sebastian’s office, my sneakers squeaking on the stone floor, my chest tight with a familiar ache—rejection. His cold dismissal, his eyes glued to his papers, cut deeper than I expected. I’d stood there, clutching the history club budget, hoping for… what? A smile? A hint of the man who’d held me last night, his lips claiming mine? Instead, he’d acted like I was nothing, a stranger, not the girl he’d f****d in a bar’s private room. My cheeks burned, my fingers twisting my backpack strap as I hurried down Crestwood’s gothic hallway, the arches looming like judgmental eyes.
Had he seen the nude photos? The question gnawed at me, a worm in my gut. Vanessa’s taunts in class—w*****g around, nude pics everywhere—echoed in my head. Did Sebastian believe them? Wa
