Fiona’s POV
The hallway felt smaller the moment our eyes met.
He stood a few steps away, the faint hum of the fluorescent lamps buzzing between us. My heart skipped, thudded, then kept running as if it could outrun what I saw in his gaze—something dangerous, restrained, and all too familiar.
Jalen’s eyes lingered, soft yet sharp, like he was trying to remember how to breathe. My hand clutched the hem of my mini skirt tightly against my thigh. Good thing I was wearing pop socks—my ass would have been out. I stood there in front of him, inches away, trying to pretend I didn’t just imagine his fingers holding my throat again like they had before.
“Professor,” I whispered, my voice barely steady.
He nodded once, stepping aside as if making room for me to pass. But the air was too thick be
