Semua Bab Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I barely had time to fix my hair. My fingers trembled slightly as I combed them through the tangled waves, trying to smooth out the evidence of what had just happened. My skirt refused to stay in place as it kept riding up no matter how much I tugged at it to stay down. Plus, I knew my face was still warm, and God, I didn’t even want to look at them in a mirror. Far away from the storage room and on my way to the lecture hall. I turned the corner, and there was Sloane, standing with her arms folded outside the lecture hall doors, tapping her foot. Her face lit up with a sigh of exaggerated relief the moment she saw me. “Where the hell have you been?” she demanded, her voice half whisper, half scolding. “You missed the entire class. I thought you just went to the student office!” “Of course, Sloane. I did,” I said quickly, adjusting my bag strap like it might make me look more innocent. “I just... realized I left something at the dorm, so I ran back real quick.” Sloane’s eyes narr

The morning sun shone into the room from the half-drawn blinds, too bright for my liking. My head throbbed faintly, but at least I wasn't sweating buckets or trembling like I did yesterday. I sat up, slower than I should have, and wrapped the blanket tighter around me.Across the room, Sloane zipped up her tote bag and glanced over at me, her brows pinched together like she'd been waiting for me to move before saying anything."You're really not coming to class today?" she asked.I pulled the blanket tighter. "Nope. Just me, my flu, and the mountain of notes I have to climb."She sighed. "Kim, I'm serious. You need to see someone. The clinic's just a few blocks away.""I'm fine, Sloane. I feel way better than yesterday," I lied. Well, half-lie. My skin didn't burn anymore, but every muscle still felt like it had been steamrolled.Sloane crossed her arms and leaned against her dresser. "Your version of better looks like a ghost that forgot how to haunt."I gave her a dry smile. "I'll t

I blinked against the sudden light as I and Sloane stepped out of the examination hall. My lungs expanded with a shaky inhale. Sloane walked beside me, clutching her paper like it had personally offended her. “I need a massage,” she grumbled. I let out a breathy laugh. “Me too.” We wandered to a shaded bench under a tree near the academic quad. It wasn’t far from the hall, so I figured it would be a good enough place to wait for Alexander. He had texted me hours before the exam started that he wanted to see me. As we sat, Sloane leaned her head back dramatically and groaned. “Please tell me you flopped that last short essay.” “Flopped?” I scoffed. “I vaporized.” She turned to me. “What was that phrasing? Exemplify how consumer loyalty intersects with brand moral consistency in volatile economies? Like... what?” I laughed. “I think the professor just wanted to see how creative we could be under duress.” “Well, I invented three statistics, quoted an author that may or may not e

The second the exam papers were collected and the invigilators dismissed the class, I stood up so fast my chair nearly scraped into the person behind me. My head was pounding not from the midterm, but because Alexander, of all people, hadn’t so much as texted me yesterday, after what happened at the restaurant. “You’d think after the nonsense his ex pulled, he’d at least check if I was breathing,” I muttered as I pushed through the doors of the hall. Sloane, at my side, winced at the volume and tone of my voice. “Okay, first of all... calm down,” she said, pulling her corduroy jacket tighter around her shoulders. “It’s not even 12 p.m. and you’re ready to start a fight.” “I’m not starting anything,” I snapped. “I’m just—Sloane, come on. He watched her insult me and didn’t even say anything. And then watched us leave like that.” “He did try to call you back, but you didn’t give him a listening ear.” “What could he have said?” We stepped into the open air, the sun too bright for h

I walked into the room exhausted. Closing the door behind me with a soft sigh. Sloane turned from her desk, her eyes lighting up the second she saw me. “Kim!” she gasped, half standing. “Wait—how are you already here? I thought you were walking!” I blinked at her, then gave a small laugh as I tossed my bag onto the bed. “Yeah, about that...” Sloane tilted her head, arms crossing as she looked at me suspiciously. “Adrian showed up,” I explained casually, kicking off my shoes. “I couldn’t keep walking. I stopped to rest and called him. He came right away.” Her brows raised. “Oh.” I hesitated, reading her face. “He offered to help fix the flat tire. Said someone would drive the car back here once it’s done.” Sloane didn’t respond immediately. She just nodded slowly. Silence stretched until she added, “He always shows up at the right time, doesn’t he?” I smiled, unsure whether it was a compliment or a warning. Then she straightened. “And Alexander said he was going back to pick