(Clara)
My breath caught so hard it almost hurt.
Because for one terrifying second…
I believed him.
Not Professor Hart.
Not the cold, composed man who walked through lecture halls like he was untouchable.
Callum.
The man standing too close to me right now with his hand against my jaw and enough emotion in his eyes to completely ruin my ability to think straight.
I don’t know how to stop wanting you.
The words echoed violently inside my chest.
God.
This was bad.
So bad.
I should’ve stepped away immediately.
I should’ve reminded him who he was.
Who I was.
I should’ve remembered Ethan kissing me barely an hour ago.
Instead, I stood there frozen beneath Callum’s gaze while my pulse spiraled completely out of control.
His thumb brushed lightly against my skin.
Tiny movement.
