AZREN
I'm not here for the lecture. The professor's voice is background noise, some droning explanation of supply chain logistics that I could recite in my sleep. My eyes haven't left Cooper since the second he walked in. He's sitting two rows ahead now, angled just enough that I can see the side of his face. I notice the way his shoulders tense every time Noelle silently laughs at something Blue says.
He's watching my wife.
And I'm watching him watch her. I've already run through the scenarios in my head.
Option one: drag him into an empty classroom, pin him to the wall by his throat, and ask very politely why his scent was all over her yesterday.
Option two: wait until the end of class, follow him to whatever sad little dorm or apartment he crawls back to, and have a longer, more..
