“S…sir…” I stuttered, staring at him like he was a ghost. Maybe because I haven't properly seen him in a week. It's just glances, so looking at him like this feels new.
He had a bland smile on his face, and he was staring at me, at Nathan, and at his grip on my hand.
“Are you two done? We should get going, Willow,” he said, pointing at Nathan's grip.
“Uh, we were detained, professor,” Nathan said, dropping my hand.
“Not anymore. C'mon, Willow.”
I walked stiffly to the door. He moved aside and I walked out of the hall. He followed seconds later. His bold strides behind me were making me very nervous.
He wasn't even saying anything but I was already feeling the heat. We got to the parking lot and into his car.
I struggled to put my seatbelt on because of my frantic fingers. I fi
