Harper’s POV
I followed Dr. Kane to his office again after the next lecture, my bag feeling heavier than usual on my shoulder. The hallway was quieter than normal, most students were already gone for the day. My heart was already beating faster before we even reached his door. Every time I came here the air felt thicker, the conversations longer, the space between us smaller. I knew I should stop. I knew this was crossing lines that could destroy both of us. But I kept showing up anyway, telling myself it was just about the paper, just about getting help. The lie was getting harder to believe even in my own head.
He closed the door behind us like always. The soft click sent a little jolt through me. He sat on the couch again and I sat beside him, closer than I needed to. Our knees touche
