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Author: Siwa Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 01:15:51

Elena Carson

The last place I want to be is Psychology.

Unfortunately, it’s also the one place I have to be.

I pause outside the lecture hall doors, tightening my grip on my notebook until my knuckles turn white. For two days, I’ve tried to avoid thinking about the fact that I got caught hiding in Professor Davenport’s closet like some kind of obsessed stalker.

That was a lie.

I’ve thought about it constantly. The memory keeps replaying at the worst possible moments. The closet door swinging
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  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   123

    Elena CarsonNora claims the bathroom first and emerges like she has somewhere important to be.She is in a short silver dress and heels she can barely walk in, hair down, lipstick already applied. I stand in front of the mirror longer than necessary, holding up two options before settling on a black dress that lands mid-thigh and feels like a compromise between trying and not caring. I leave the diamond necklace on. Taking it off for a party would feel like a small, unnecessary betrayal.Nora looks me over and nods once. “Acceptable. Let’s go before I lose my nerve and order room service instead.”The lounge sits on the lower level of the villa complex, open to the warm night air on one side, string lights hanging in loose curves overhead. Music moves through the space. People cluster around low tables and the bar in summer clothes and easy postures. No one here knows my name or the photographs attached to it. Or the scandal.We claim two seats at the bar. The first drink is

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   122

    Elena CarsonSaturday morning arrives quick. I zip the last corner of my bag while Nora argues with a sandal in the doorway, hopping on one foot as she tries to force the strap into place. The apartment smells like the coffee she insisted we drink before the road and the citrus lotion she put on too much of. “If this shoe dies on the way down the stairs,” Nora says, “I’m billing Killian for emotional damages.”“He upgraded the room. He has already paid enough.”“That was hospitality. This is suffering.”She wins the fight with the sandal. We lock the apartment, drag our bags into the hallway, and take the elevator down with the shared energy of people who have officially escaped. In the car Nora connects her phone before I even finish buckling my seatbelt. The first song is one we both know too well. She turns it up until the bass makes the cup holders vibrate.We sing.Badly. Enthusiastically. Without any of the self-consciousness that has followed me across campus for a week.

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   121

    Elena CarsonThe last couple of days mostly passes I’m a blur. Killian leaves early and comes back late. When he does return, it is usually after I have already turned off most of the lights, and we talk in the half-dark of his bedroom in voices kept low by exhaustion. He asks about my day. I give him the manageable version. He tells me the company is still absorbing the aftershocks of the scandal and that the remaining work is heavier than projected. I do not push for details. The circles under his eyes are detail enough.Campus has started to press in a different way. The stares have not disappeared; they have simply become more practiced. Conversations still pause when I enter certain rooms. A girl in my afternoon seminar made a point of switching seats when I sat down near her. None of it is dramatic enough to report. All of it is constant enough to wear at the edges of my concentration. I keep telling myself that bothering Killian with any of it would be selfish. He is al

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   120

    Killian DavenportShe is still trembling lightly in my lap when I decide the car is not enough.The lookout is quiet, the city spread out below us in indifferent lights, but I want her somewhere with a door that locks and a bed that does not require us to watch the windows. I ease her back into the passenger seat, help her find her jeans in the dark, and start the engine while she is still catching her breath. She glances at me once, cheeks flushed, eyes soft with the leftover haze of what I just did to her, and does not ask why we are moving. She trusts the decision. That trust sits warm and heavy behind my ribs the entire drive back.The penthouse garage is empty when we pull in. I take her hand in the elevator and keep it. The moment the front door closes behind us I have her against it, mouth on hers, the taste of vanilla ice cream and her still mixed on my tongue. She makes a small sound into the kiss and fists her hands in the front of my shirt.“Bedroom,” I say against h

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   119

    Elena CarsonBy the time I leave campus, the day has already sorted itself into categories.There were the stares. The quick and curious ones, some of them were longer and less kind. There were the whispers that stopped when I passed and restarted the moment my back was turned. One girl from my media seminar actually walked up to me outside the lecture hall, phone half-raised like she was deciding whether this counted as content, and asked what it was like dating Killian Davenport. I looked at her until the question collapsed under its own weight and she muttered something about just wondering before moving off.The jealousy was also there. A pair of students near the vending machines made sure their voices carried just far enough. What could he possibly see in her? The words landed and then slid off. I did not give them anywhere to stay. I had decided that this morning, somewhere between the car door closing and the first set of eyes finding me in the corridor. They could look. Th

  • My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me   118

    Killian DavenportMy hands are steady when I button the dark shirt, but the rest of me is not.The mirror reflects a man who looks composed, straight collar and neutral expression, the usual armor. Underneath it the tension sits low in my belly. Today the university board gets its turn with me. Elena already walked through their questions and came home hollowed out by the experience. Now they will attempt to fit me into the role they have already half-assigned: the professor who crossed a line, the man who should have known better, the liability.I step out of the bedroom. Elena is dressed in baggy jeans and one of my hoodies, hair pulled back, the diamond necklace hidden under the fabric. I love that she has never taken it off since he say l have it to her. I told her Nora could drive her so we would not arrive together. She refused. She is stepping onto campus grounds for the first time since the photographs surfaced, and she wants the ride to happen with me.“You ready?” I as

  • 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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