All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elena Carson I wake up with a headache.My body feels tired, heavy as I roll slowly onto my back. The sheets are cool and soft against my skin, and I force my eyes open. The ceiling above me is different. It’s high, modern, with recessed lighting I don’t recognize. For a second, confusion fogs my mind. Then it all crashes back.I’m at Killian’s penthouse.I came here last night because I had nowhere else to go. I sat outside his door like a lost child, crying until I couldn’t breathe, expecting him to turn me away or tell me to leave. He didn’t. He pulled me into his arms, let me fall apart against his chest, and gave me a place to stay without asking a single question.I grab my phone from the nightstand beside me. The screen lights up with a few missed calls from Mom. I ignore them and set the phone back down with a sigh. I don’t want to speak to her right now. She made her decision, and it didn’t include me. It has always been just the two of us against the world. We wer

Elena Carson When I wake up that morning, Killian is sitting on the floor beside the bed with his head resting on the mattress, still holding my hand. I blink slowly. The haze of sleep lifts as I take in the sight. His dark hair is messy, falling slightly over his forehead, and his breathing is slow and even. He stayed here all night. Watching over me. He made me feel safe and cared for from the moment I showed up at his door two nights ago, something I haven’t really felt in a long time. As sad as I am, him being here for me gives me a small spark of hope that at least someone cares. I continue to stare at him as he sleeps, my eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lashes rest against his cheeks. I want to reach out and touch him. Anywhere. His hair, his shoulder, the back of his hand. It’s not even anything sexual. It’s just this deep need to feel close to him, to remind myself he’s real and he let me stay. Killian is just being his nice self, I tell myself. H

Elena CarsonThe car is quiet the entire way back.My heart hasn’t slowed since the kiss. It keeps thudding against my ribs like it’s trying to escape. I stare out the window, watching the city lights blur past, but all I can feel is the ghost of his mouth on mine. The slow drag of his tongue. The way he bit my lower lip like he was claiming it.Why did he kiss me?Was it just the moment? The cold hands, the quiet, the way I looked at him? Or was there more? And why did he pull away so carefully, like he was putting a boundary back in place the second it started to slip? I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to drag me across the console and forget every reason we’ve been holding back. But he stopped. Always controlled.Maybe he didn’t want more.The thought continues to linger as he pulls into the underground lot of his building. We step out in silence. The elevator ride is worse, just the soft hum of the machinery and the space between us that. I keep my eyes on the glowing

Elena CarsonI watch Killian disappear into the hallway toward the door.The second he’s gone I sink deeper into the couch, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against my bare thighs. My heart is still racing. We’re together. Actually together. The boy—no, the man—I’ve loved since I was thirteen just called me his woman. It feels like something out of a dream.But the conditions, he said if this ever threatens my academics, my reputation, or me, he’ll end it. I have to make sure that never happens. And the eight months… I push the thought away as hard as I can. Part of me is already clinging to the hope that by then he’ll be too deep in this to leave. That maybe he’ll choose me the way no one else ever has and stay.I adjust the shirt and glance toward the hallway. Why is he taking so long? Who could even be at the door? It can’t be Nora. She has a keycard. She never needs to ring the bell.Footsteps.Nora appears first, Killian right behind her. Relief floods me. I stand and pu

Elena CarsonI hug Mom one last time at the door.Her arms are tight around me. I know I have to try to build trust again, find some kind of way forward. Philip stands a few steps back. I don’t hug him, and he doesn’t reach for me. For now he’s just the man who makes my mother smile. That’s all I can give him.Mom pulls back and looks at me carefully. “Please don’t ignore my calls anymore.”“I won’t.”I watch them step into the elevator. The doors slide shut. They’re gone.Something in my chest loosens the moment the hallway is empty. A weight I didn’t realize was still sitting there lifts. Clarity does that, I guess. Even messy clarity.I walk back into the penthouse and sink onto the couch with a long breath. The place feels quieter without them. I wait for Killian and Nora, staring at the closed door, wondering what they’re talking about downstairs. He wouldn’t have told her about us… would he?The door opens.I stand up. “Where did you guys…”Killian doesn’t let me finish. He walk