All Chapters of On My Professor's Desk: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jason had been easy to talk to from the start. There was something effortlessly warm about him—his quick smile, the way he actually listened when she spoke. He wasn’t arrogant or overconfident like most guys at the university. And when he laughed, it reached his eyes.He’d transferred in only a few weeks ago, but he already had people talking. Smart, charming, and good-looking in that boy-next-door kind of way—Jason drew attention without trying.Ava found herself seated next to him in almost every class now. Sometimes, it happened by coincidence. Other times, she made sure of it.“So, what’s Reid’s deal with you?” Jason asked one afternoon as they studied in the library. He looked up from the textbook, raising a brow. “He seems... tense whenever you talk.”Ava’s heart skipped, but she forced a casual shrug. “He’s like that with everyone.”Jason grinned, unconvinced. “Not really. I’ve seen the way he looks at you sometimes.”She froze. “What way?”“The kind of way a man looks at somet

Dr. Reid stood there, unmoving, one hand pressed against the glass as he watched them. His face was unreadable, but even from a distance, Ava felt it—the tension radiating off him, the storm he was trying desperately to contain.Their eyes met for just a second.And that was enough.A chill ran down her spine, melting into a wave of guilt and defiance all at once.He couldn’t claim her.He didn’t want to.So why did he look at her as if she’d just betrayed him?Camille squeezed her hand. “Ava, you’re blushing so much right now. Jason really got you, huh?”Ava laughed weakly. “Yeah… I guess he did.”Across the field, Louis, who had been tossing a football with his teammates froze mid-throw, his gaze narrowing as he followed the noise. When he saw her with Jason, his expression darkened, his jaw clenching so tightly that his teammate had to call his name twice.He muttered something under his breath and turned away, throwing the ball harder than necessary.Camille was still chattering e

The first day of the mid-semester holiday arrived with a strange quiet that settled over campus like fog. Most students had already left—gone home to visit family or taken short trips to nearby cities—but not Ava Sterling.She told everyone she wanted to use the break to catch up on assignments.In truth, she just couldn’t bring herself to leave the place that still smelled of him.Camille leaned against her desk that morning, arms crossed, watching Ava shove books into her bag. “You’re really going to stay holed up here all weekend, aren’t you?”Ava didn’t look up. “I have a few things to finish.”“You mean you're not over Louis, and now you're avoiding your boyfriend.”“Camille—”Her friend held up a hand. “Don’t even deny it. You’ve been walking around like a ghost since that whole kiss-with-Jason scene. You think I didn’t notice? Louis keeps sending you subtle glances.”Ava scowled, zipping her bag a little too hard. “I don't care about Louis. I’m fine.”“Uh-huh.” Camille smirked.

Sex with Jason, was tender and messy and intimate, and it carried with it the wrongness Ava had been nursing like a secret. She gave him herself — not because she loved Jason in the way she’d promised him, but because she needed him to be an evidence, a living proof that she could be desired by someone other than the man who had become a private religion for her.As they lay tangled and breathless on the couch. Jason was already asleep within minutes, light even breathing softening his face. Ava watched him, and for a moment she felt something like tenderness — and then it was swallowed by guilt and a resolute chill.With a slow, shaking hand she retrieved the hidden phone, paused the recording, and swallowed a dry laugh that was more like a sob. The file sat in her gallery like a small, loaded thing. Proof. A rope she could throw to Dr. Reid and tug to see how he would react.She told herself it was for leverage. For a jolt. For something to make him look up from his safe life and se

Jason couldn’t focus.Not in class. Not during lunch. Not even when his friends joked around him.Ava had been off all morning—avoiding his texts, walking past him like he was invisible. It wasn’t just distance; it was coldness. Like she’d built a wall overnight and locked him out.When he caught a glimpse of her in the hallway, she wasn’t the same girl who’d curled against him two nights ago, laughing softly, whispering his name like it meant something.Now, she looked lost. Empty-eyed. And that hollow look gutted him.By noon, Jason gave up pretending he was fine. He found Camille sitting on one of the benches outside the lecture hall, scrolling through her phone.“Hey,” he said, voice uncertain.Camille looked up. “Jason. You look like someone kicked your dog.”He gave a short laugh that didn’t sound like one. “It’s Ava. She’s… I don’t know what’s going on with her. One minute, we’re good—really good—and the next she’s shutting me out completely.”Camille tilted her head, curious.