(Clara)
The rest of the lecture dragged painfully slowly after Roxie’s comment.
I tried focusing on the notes in front of me, but my brain refused to cooperate. Every time Professor Hart moved around the room, I became hyperaware of it. Every time Ethan shifted beside me, guilt twisted tighter in my stomach.
It was exhausting.
I hated feeling like this because technically, I wasn’t doing anything wrong.
I had not kissed Callum.
I had not crossed any actual line, but emotionally?
That part was becoming harder to defend.
“You’re writing the same sentence repeatedly.”
Ethan’s quiet voice startled me out of my thoughts.
I blinked down at my notebook.
He was right.
I had written “median nerve” four times without realizing it.
“Wow,” I muttered quietly as I scratched it out. “That’s
