The Line I Shouldn't Cross のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

pov: ivy adamsMy fingers were locked together so tightly around the strap of my canvas purse that my knuckles were completely white. I sat on the dark brown leather sofa right outside the main inner office of the Dean of Academic Affairs. It was Friday morning, barely eight o'clock, and the long administrative hallway was completely silent except for the quick, rhythmic tapping of the secretary's keyboard at the front reception desk.Every single second felt like an eternity. My heart was beating so fast against my ribs that I could barely breathe properly, but I forced myself to keep my back straight and my head held up high. I refused to look defeated. I refused to let anyone in this building see how terrified I truly was. Everything I had built since coming to this university—my top grades, my clean reputation, my entire future—was sitting on the line behind that heavy wooden door."Miss Adams?" the secretary asked, glancing up from her computer screen with a polite, neutral expre

POV: Ivy AdamsThe rain poured over the campus quad in thick, unbroken sheets of gray water, turning the paved walkways into bubbling streams and sending cold mist swirling through the air. The wind howled through the open arches of the wooden gazebo near the rose garden, driving the chill deep into my bones. I sat alone on the slatted wooden bench, pulling my knees up against my chest and wrapping my arms tightly around my legs to block out the biting cold.Every breath felt freezing and sharp inside my throat. The meeting with Dean Reynolds, the official warning letter burning a hole in my bag, and Maria's venomous words in the waiting room played on an endless loop inside my mind. The walls of my world were shrinking, and no matter how hard I tried to hold my ground, the sheer pressure of it all weighed down on my chest until my eyes burned with hot, frustrated tears.Footsteps splashed rapidly through the puddles outside the gazebo, cutting through the roar of the storm.I looked

POV: Ivy AdamsThe air inside the darkened observation booth was entirely still, smelling faintly of old dust and electronics. The room was pitch black except for the faint, pale glow of equipment lights blinking softly in the corner. I stood pressed close against the cold partition wall, my breath held tight in my chest. Beside me, Leo stood so close I could feel the steady warmth radiating from his body, cutting through the chill of the unheated booth.Through the long, tinted panel of one-way glass, Psychology Room 204 looked empty and quiet. The rows of wooden tables and chairs sat in neat arrangement under the pale light spilling in from the hallway window outside.My heart beat fast against my ribs.The trap we set back in the dorm lounge had worked faster than I ever expected. Jax's network sniffer had tracked the electronic keycard swipe straight to this building, leading Leo and me here on a dead run through the rain to catch whoever was trying to ruin my academic standing.A

pov: ivy adamsThe moment Leo’s lips touched mine, the cold air in the observation booth completely vanished.It was not a rush. It was not sudden or harsh. It was a slow, deep kiss that seemed to gather up every single month of quiet glances, hidden worry, and the intense fear we had carried through the dark campus hallways tonight.My heart beat rapidly against my chest, but for the first time all evening, it was not because of Tyler, Maria, or the threat to my scholarship. It was because of the man holding me.I raised my hands slowly, sliding my fingers up the warm material of his jacket and wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer, letting all the exhaustion and tension leave my shoulders as I melted into him. I did not want any space between us. I wanted to feel safe, and in this small room, holding onto him, I finally felt like nobody could touch me.Leo’s hands rested gently against my waist. He did not pull me roughly or try to control the moment. His touch was i

pov: ivy adams"You are barely touching your food, Ivy," Liya said, her voice dropping into a quiet, flat line across the dining table.The Sunday morning sun streamed through the large, arched windows of the sorority house dining room, painting bright square patches across the polished wooden floor. Usually, this place was loud, filled with laughter, background music, and girls talking about weekend plans, study groups, or upcoming campus parties. But at eight in the morning, only a few tables were occupied, and the silence between Liya and me felt like a brick wall standing right in the middle of our friendship.I picked up my fork, moving the scrambled eggs around on my plate without actually eating anything. My throat felt too tight to swallow a single bite. My mind was still racing from everything that happened on Friday night—the setup in Room 204, the flashing red security lights, the escape through the basement tunnel with Leo, and Jax's terrifying text warning us that an auto