Semua Bab Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Bab 111 - Bab 120

AlbertI couldn't believe that I had gathered the courage to ask him to just be with me and he had just brushed me off. How fragile did he think I am?I stormed down the hall, my chest tight, my fists clenching at my sides. I hated the sting in my eyes, the ache in my throat. I wasn’t going to cry. Not again. Not over him.How dare Edward treat me like that? Like I was something so breakable that he had to hold himself back, like his touch could shatter me. I wasn’t glass. I wasn’t porcelain. I wasn’t weak.But the way he had looked at me… it hadn’t been rejection, not really. It had been worse. It had been pity.I hated pity.“Albert?”I froze, snapping my head up. Cess stood at the end of the hall, his eyes wide with concern, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He looked so much like Edward in that moment. He was so calm, steady and annoyingly observant that it made me want to scream.Why did they all…“You look like you are about to set the whole place on fire,” Cess said carefull

AlbertCess stopped short when we crossed paths with Edward in the corridor. The weight of their eyes on me was different: Cess’s steady and protective, Edward’s dark and searching. For a moment I thought they would start arguing, two walls closing in on me. But Cess glanced at me, then at Edward, and stepped back with quiet grace.“You two need to talk,” he said simply. His gaze lingered on me, a warning and a promise both. “Don’t make me regret leaving you and remember what I said,” then he turned, hugged his dad briefly and walked away, shoulders stiff, leaving the silence thick between me and Edward.Edward’s jaw worked as if words cost him something. His hands curled and uncurled at his sides, and then finally, his voice broke the tension. “I’m sorry, Al. I… I don’t want to smother you. I’m just…” his eyes flicked to me, hot with a kind of fear I hated seeing in him. “I’m terrified of hurting you. Every instinct I have screams to shield you, even from myself.”The anger I had be

EdwardAlbert’s question, Where is Adrian? still rang in my ears. I had dodged it the only way I knew how: by kissing him.It wasn’t fair, I knew that. He deserved an answer, but gods help me, I didn't want to lie to him and the moment his lips touched mine, every thought I had prepared unraveled. All I could think of was him… the heat of his skin, the tremble of his voice, the bond that roared like wildfire in my veins and the touch of his fingers on my skin.He didn’t know what it cost me to pull back. He didn't know what restraint I had used not to jump him and eat him alive.I wanted him. No… needed him.But Cess’s warning echoed like a curse: He’s fragile. Too fragile. If you push too hard, you could lose them both. I didn't want to lose him and that was why I was being wary. I knew it was just a matter of time and he would get stronger and then, I would be able to make up for all the times we lost without any restraint.So I kissed Albert instead of answering. I carried him to

EdwardAlbert’s question about Adrian still lingered in my mind, a shadow I chose to ignore. Not out of malice, never that, but because the moment wasn’t right. He was still fragile, still doubting his worth, and if I handed him another reason to spiral, I would lose him again to fear. Tonight, I wanted to strip that fear away until all that remained was Albert and the truth between us.He was sitting on the edge of the bed after a long day when I turned toward him, lost in thought, his brows furrowed and lips drawn tight. I could read the storm on his face, but I had no intention of letting it consume him. Not tonight.I walked over slowly, the weight of my steps deliberate, and when he looked up, I saw it… that flicker of uncertainty, the question he had asked me still burning in his eyes. I answered it with a kiss before he could speak.Our mouths met, soft at first, as though I were asking permission. He let out the faintest sound, a sigh that spoke more than words, and that was a

EmonTwo months, two weeks, and three days.That’s how long it had been since Albert slipped through my fingers. Since his scent faded from the sheets, leaving only the memory of his warmth. Since the apartment grew quiet and hollow, every corner echoing with the absence of him.And still, I searched.The days blurred into one another, a restless march of dead ends and gnawing hunger. I barely slept, barely ate… what use were such trivial things when the only thing that mattered was out there, somewhere, slipping further and further from me with each sunrise?But I was not idle. No. I had work to do.Bibi Kamwe’s words still rang in my ears, sharper than the edge of a blade: “Three moons, boy. You have three moons to gather all that is required. Fail, and the bond cannot be undone. You will have to wait for an unknown amount of time till the auspicious time comes again.”Three moons. Three months. And now the sands in the hourglass were almost gone.The list she had given me was burne