Justin POV:
I had left her sitting in that damn classroom, eyes distant, probably pondering the meaning of life—or more likely, the meaning of me. I didn't know. I didn't ask. I couldn't.
It took every ounce of restraint in my body not to just haul her over my shoulder like a caveman and take her somewhere far. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could keep her, away from all the bullshit and people and... me.
But hey. Apparently, we live in a century where kidnapping the girl you're obsessed with is frowned upon.
So I walked.
Tried to cool off. Tried not to spiral.
So I walked.
I made it halfway down the hall before I noticed it.
My hand.
Trembling.
Not from cold. Not from caffeine.
From him.
"Fuck. Not now. Not here," I muttered under my breath.
Not now.
Not here.
