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Author: Siwa Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 04:58:44

Killian Davenport

She’s in my closet.

The moment I open the door, the world narrows to one single, impossible sight.

Elena Carson.

Standing among my suits and shirts, eyes squeezed shut, breathing shallow. My clothes are brushing against her. My scent is all over her. My jaw clenches so tightly it aches and my pulse kicks up.

What the fuck is she doing here?

I ended class early today because I’m expected at the Davenport mansion tonight. There’s a family dinner. I thought maybe, just maybe,
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  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   216

    Killian Davenport The first morning back at Lead University feels strangely ordinary.I wake earlier than I need to, partly because my body has yet to adjust to the time difference and partly because I’m accustomed to being up before the day properly begins. I make coffee, eat breakfast, and spend a little time reviewing the emails that have accumulated since my return was confirmed.There are messages from colleagues welcoming me back, a few administrative reminders, and a timetable for the coming weeks. I reply to the important ones before getting ready.My wardrobe is still arranged much as I remember it. I choose a dark suit, a white shirt, and a tie, then check myself in the mirror before leaving.The university is only a short drive away.As I approach the campus, familiar buildings come into view. Students cross the grounds in groups, some carrying books, others hurrying with coffee cups in their hands. A few sit on the benches, talking animatedly. The sight brings back a s

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   215

    Killian Davenport “Hello, stranger.”“Stranger?”I repeat. “That’s a little harsh.”“You’ve abandoned me in another country. I think I can call you whatever I want.”“Fair enough.”Elena smiles. “Are you actually home?”“Unless I’ve somehow managed to bring my luggage to someone else’s apartment.”“Show me.”“Not even a hello? Not even asking how my flight was?”“I saw your face. You look alive. That’s enough. Apartment tour, please.”I shake my head, smiling as I turn the camera around.“Very demanding.”“Thank you.”I begin with the living room, slowly moving the camera across the space.“Living room,"I say. “Sofa. Television. Windows. Very exciting.”Elena narrows her eyes at the screen. “Oh.”“What?”“Nothing.”“That sounded like something.”“I’m just looking.”I turn the camera towards the dining area, then the kitchen.“Kitchen. Dining table. The usual.”“Killian.”“Yes?”“Did you decorate the place yourself?”I look around. “Yes.”She makes a face and I would recognize that l

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   214

    Killian Davenport England welcomes me with grey skies.I notice it the moment I step out of the airport, the familiar chill settling against my skin as I make my way towards the waiting car. It is not particularly cold, but after months in New York, the weather feels like an old acquaintance reminding me that I’m home.Home.The word comes to mind almost automatically, and I find myself turning it over as the driver loads my luggage into the boot.I haven't been here in months. There have been years when England was the only place I wanted to be, when my life had a predictable rhythm and my biggest concerns involved lectures, research, and the occasional troublesome student.I know these roads, know the city, know the route to my penthouse almost without thinking about it.Yet, as the car pulls away from the airport,I find myself looking out of the window with the strange awareness of someone returning to a place that has continued without me.My phone vibrates.I take it out, expe

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   213

    Killian Davenport Killian,If you’re reading this, then you’ve finally left, and I’m probably at home pretending that I haven’t checked my phone seventeen times to see whether you’ve messaged me.I know you will probably laugh at that, but I can already imagine you doing it.I wanted you to have something to read when you were finally alone. Something that isn’t another conversation about how much we’ll miss each other, because I think we’ve established that quite thoroughly.Besides, I don’t want the first thing you think about when you get to England to be how sad I am that you’re gone.I want you to remember how happy I am that you’re going.I’m proud of you, Killian.I hope you know that.I know the past few months haven’t been easy. I know returning to New York wasn’t exactly how you imagined it would be, and I know finding out what your father had done made you question so many things. I watched you struggle with a decision you never should have had to make in the first plac

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   212

    Killian Davenport “I don’t want you worrying about me all the time.”I take her hands.“I won’t.”“I’m serious.”“So am I.”“I’ll be okay, Killian. I’ll go to work, finish my internship, prepare for my final year, see Nora, spend time with my family. I’ll have things to do.”“I know you will.”“And if I have a bad day, I’ll tell you. You don’t have to guess.”I smile faintly.“That’s good to know.”“And you have to tell me too. Don’t decide that you’re too busy or that you don’t want to worry me. If something is wrong, tell me.”“I will.”She studies my face.“Promise?”“I promise.”She nods.Then she rises onto her toes and kisses me.I hold her face between my hands, deepening the kiss slowly. There is no urgency in it, no attempt to make it last longer than it can. I simply want to kiss her properly before I have to let her go.When we separate, she keeps her forehead against mine.“I love you,” she whispers.“I love you too, baby.”I kiss her once more.Then I pull her into ano

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   211

    Killian Davenport By the time we finish breakfast, the apartment is bright with the morning sun.Elena insists on helping me with the final checks, although there is very little left to do. She walks into the bedroom, opens the suitcase, and looks through the neatly arranged clothes.“Everything looks fine,” she announces.“Thank you for your professional assessment.”“You’re welcome.”She adjusts a folded shirt, closes the suitcase, then stands back with her hands on her hips.I watch her.“What?”“Nothing.”“Why are you looking at me?”“I’m wondering whether you’re going to start charging me for your services.”She smiles.“Depends. How much are you willing to pay?”“An unreasonable amount, apparently.”“Then I accept.”I walk over and pull her against me.She laughs, placing her hands on my chest.“You’re going to mess up the shirt you just folded.”“I’ll survive.”She looks up at me.“You’re sure you haven’t forgotten anything?”“Yes.”“Your headphones?”“Packed.”“Your watch?

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   004

    Killian Davenport Of all the women in New York, why did it have to be Elena Carson who walked into my classroom?I lean against my desk, arms crossed, watching her stand awkwardly in the middle of the empty lecture hall. Messy bun, slightly wrinkled blouse, flushed cheeks. She looks like

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   003

    Elena Carson KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. I jolt awake, heart pounding. Ow. My head is killing me. I rub my temples and slowly register that I’m on the floor of my room. Not my bed. My hair is stuck to my cheek and there’s a dull ache behind my eyes that makes even breathing feel like effort. Everyth

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   002

    Elena Carson He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight.Killian Davenport straightens from the bar, his grey eyes locked on me like he’s trying to place something. My stomach flips violently. He starts walking toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who just spotted easy prey. I freeze

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   001

    Elena Carson The first time Killian Davenport broke my heart, I was thirteen years old. The second time happened tonight when his sister looked up from her phone and casually said, “My brother is back.” That was barely an hour ago, and my heart still hasn’t recovered. I swallow hard, staring a

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