Emmy had become a master at avoidance.She zigzagged between classes like a fugitive, changing her seat in lectures, ducking into bathrooms, pretending to scroll through her phone whenever she sensed either Theo or Carl near.But it was Carl her heart fought hardest to stay away from.She hated how her pulse still spiked at the thought of him. How her skin tingled when she remembered the way his fingers brushed hers when handing back graded papers. How her lips ached remembering the heat of his kiss.But now, every memory clashed with Theo’s warning—*“He’s not who you think he is.”*Still, none of that explained Carl’s look that night. That hesitation. That pull. That... pain.She caught sight of him on the quad one afternoon—black coat whipping in the wind, phone pressed to his ear, jaw clenched like he was holding in something explosive.Their eyes met across the lawn.And that was it.All the restraint, the space she’d tried to build between them—shattered.***That evening, she fo
The sun had barely risen when Carl received the knock on his door. His apartment was still cluttered with remnants of the night before—his half-finished cup of coffee, the messy papers strewn across the table, and his mind racing. After the tension-filled events at the college, Carl barely slept, but when the knock came, he knew exactly who it was.Theo.It had been less than twenty-four hours since the office confrontation. The raw emotion, the anger, the betrayal still hung thick in the air. Carl had no doubt that Theo would be coming, but he didn't expect the full force of his friend's wrath.He opened the door slowly, and there stood Theo, eyes red and his face drawn tight with fury. There was no hesitation in Theo’s movements as he pushed past Carl and into the apartment. Carl stepped back, his breath catching in his chest as he watched Theo's every move, already bracing for what was coming."You knew," Theo's voice cracked, a mix of confusion and anger swirling beneath the surfa
Theo stormed out of Carl’s office, his footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. Emmy, frozen in place, could still feel the warmth of his kiss lingering on her lips. Her heart raced, erratic, torn between confusion, guilt, and a fierce, undeniable desire for Carl. But Theo—her boyfriend—had just witnessed everything. The betrayal had cut through the air, sharp and final.“*Theo!*” she shouted, her voice trembling as she rushed after him. Her bare feet slapped against the cold tile floor as she closed the distance between them. “Please, wait! Let me explain!”But just as she reached him, Carl moved in front of her, his strong hand gripping her wrist, stopping her from running after Theo.“Emmy, no,” he said, his tone firm, but with a soft undercurrent she couldn’t ignore. His gaze flickered to where Theo had disappeared. “Let me handle this.”Her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, wanted to break free, but Carl’s hand on her wrist held her firmly in place. She looked up at him, a
Carl Grayson had been avoiding Emmy for days now, a quiet storm of frustration brewing inside him. Each time he saw her, his mind felt like it was on fire. The chemistry between them had only intensified, and every moment they spent together seemed to pull him deeper into something he didn’t want. Something he couldn’t afford to feel. It was getting harder to ignore her—to push her away. His father’s death had always been the focal point of his mission, but now, with Emmy at the center of it, everything was spiraling out of his control. Carl had spent his whole life hiding from feelings, burying them under a veneer of detachment. But Emmy, with her fire, her passion, her vulnerability—she was undoing everything.She was more than just his target now. She was becoming his obsession.He had kissed her. He had touched her. And when he closed his eyes, he could still feel her—her skin against his, the heat between them, the taste of her lips. His pulse quickened at the thought, but he qu
The next few days felt like an impossible dance.Carl had been avoiding her, keeping their interactions strictly professional. It was the only way to protect himself, he told himself. His entire mission had been built on a lie, a plan to destroy her — to take the inheritance that belonged to her father, to destroy the legacy of the family who had wronged his. He couldn’t let one kiss ruin everything.But Emmy was impossible to ignore.Every time he passed her in the hall, every time he heard her voice in class, he felt it — that pull. That magnetism. It was stronger than logic, stronger than reason, stronger than the resentment that simmered inside of him. She was beautiful, her every movement graceful yet charged with an energy that he couldn’t quite place. But it wasn’t just her appearance; it was the way she looked at him. The way she made him question everything.So he kept his distance.But Emmy wasn’t having it.She was persistent. He had told himself that he wouldn’t let her co
The lecture hall hummed with soft conversation as students filtered in, but Emmy's focus stayed locked on the man standing at the front. Professor Carl Grayson — in that black button-up with sleeves rolled, jaw set in a way that could cut through bone — was every bit the chaos she didn’t need.He didn’t look at her when she walked in.Not that she cared.Not that she noticed the slight twitch in his jaw as she passed.Not that her heart skipped.She slid into her seat, opened her laptop, and avoided looking at him.Carl turned from the whiteboard. “For next week, I want a reflective essay. But for a few of you…” — his eyes scanned the hall — “you’ll receive a private thesis assignment.”Emmy flinched.Of course, when the list appeared on the projector, her name was there — Emmy Langston Magnus.Her heart thudded.Later, when class ended and students shuffled out, she waited. She told herself it was to clarify the assignment, but when the last student left, her legs felt rooted. His of