(Callum)
I had made a decision to keep my distance.
That was the only way this worked.
No unnecessary conversations with Clara. No lingering looks. No excuses to stand too close to her and breathe in that soft perfume that still haunted me at the worst possible moments.
No remembering how she sounded beneath me.
No thinking about her lips wrapped around my name like it meant something sacred.
Just distance. It was pretty simple in theory but impossible in practice.
I walked through the faculty hallway with a coffee in one hand and lecture notes tucked beneath my arm, mentally rehearsing the anatomy session ahead.
Professional and untouchable.
That was what I needed to be.
Not the man who had bent Clara Stone over the backseat of his car like he’d lost all sense of reason.
My jaw
