Silence

Cherish’s POV Three days passed. Dalton did not look at me once. In every class he stood at the front of the room the same way he always had—calm, precise, completely in control of the space. He called on other students. He wrote clean lines on the board. He answered questions in that low, measured voice that used to make the back of my neck warm. When his gaze moved across the lecture hall it passed over the seat where I sat without the smallest pause, as if I had become part of the wall or the empty air. No flicker of recognition. No accidental eye contact. Nothing. I told myself this was exactly what I had asked for. I had stood in his office and said the words clearly and coldly. We were never in a relationship. Everything that happened between us was only sex. It’s over. He had accepted it. He had not followed me into the hallway. He had not texted that night or the next morning. He had not called. He had simply removed himself from every private corner of my life and lef

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Trying

Cherish’s POV Adrian’s apartment was smaller than I expected and warmer than mine. Soft yellow light came from a single lamp in the corner. Music played low from a speaker on the shelf—something slow and wordless. He took my jacket, offered me a drink, and didn’t rush anything. We sat on the couch with a half-finished bottle of wine between us. He talked about his classes and a roommate who had gone home for the weekend. I answered when I needed to. The wine helped. It loosened the tight feeling in my chest just enough that I could lean back and pretend this was ordinary. After a while he shifted closer. His knee brushed mine. When I didn’t pull away, he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You good?” he asked quietly. “Yeah.” He kissed me. It was careful at first, the same soft pressure from the end of our date. I kissed him back and tried to stay inside the moment. His hand settled on my waist, warm through my shirt. I let it stay. When he deepened the kiss

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The Message

Cherish’s POV Adrian’s mouth was on my neck when the phone lit up. We were on his couch, the only light coming from the small lamp in the corner. Music played low from a speaker somewhere behind us. His hands had already slipped under my shirt, warm palms moving slowly over my skin. I had been trying—really trying—to stay inside the moment. To let the simple, uncomplicated heat of someone my own age push everything else out of my head. His lips trailed lower, brushing the soft place just above my collarbone, and a quiet, unwilling moan slipped out of my throat before I could stop it. Then the screen of my phone, sitting face-up on the coffee table, glowed white. Dalton Crowe. My entire body went still. The soft sound I had just made died in my chest. Adrian felt the change immediately. He lifted his head, breathing a little uneven, eyes searching my face. “You okay?” I couldn’t answer right away. My eyes stayed locked on the name. After days of complete silence—no texts, no c

Last Updated : 2026-10-16

All Chapters of FORBIDDEN HANDS: My Cold Professor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

Silence

Trying

The Message