-POV Derby
The confrontation in the copy room should have been the end of it.
I had looked Jordan in the eyes and told him I needed space. I had walked away with my heart hammering and my hands shaking, convincing myself that if I just held on to that distance a little longer, everything would start to make sense again. The world would stop spinning. The ache in my chest would ease. The terrifying depth of what we had become would loosen its grip on me.
But distance only made it worse.
By the time I reached my desk, my body was already rebelling. My skin felt too tight, too aware of the absence of his touch. My mind kept replaying the way his fingers had brushed my cheek, the way his eyes had seen straight through every lie I was trying to tell myself. I sat down and stared at the same
