(Callum)
For a moment, I genuinely thought I had imagined it.
The words hung between us in the empty conference room while neither of us moved, and for the first time in a very long time, I found myself completely speechless.
You happened.
Not Professor Hart.
Not the research project.
Me.
Clara looked horrified the second she realized what she had said, and if the situation had been different, I probably would have tried to make it easier for her.
The problem was that I couldn’t seem to think properly.
Because for weeks I had convinced myself that everything existed only inside my own head.
The attraction.
The tension.
The constant awareness.
I had spent so much time fighting it that I never stopped to consider what it looked like from her side.
Now I knew.
And somehow that
