Sid's pov-
The classroom felt colder today.
Or maybe I just did.
Theo walked in exactly on time—papers in hand, voice steady, eyes... everywhere but mine.
He didn't look at me.
Not once.
Like last night never happened.
Like his hands hadn't burned down my spine.Like my fingers hadn't been tangled in his collar, dragging him closer to every line we weren't supposed to cross.
He didn't look at me—So I looked at him.
And it hurt.
Not the rejection.Not the silence.
The pretending.
He started the lecture like he always did—measured, articulate, precise.
But I knew that voice now.
I knew what it sounded like when it broke.
And it was cracking. Just beneath the surface.
I tapped my pen against my notebook. Once. Twice. Anything to drown out the ache in my throat.
When he said "morality," he hesitated for half a second.
I noticed.
When he said "accountability," his jaw clenched.
I noticed that too.
I watched him talk about choices and consequences like he hadn't made a thousand in one second the night before.
But I didn't speak.
Not once.
Because if I did—I wouldn't stop.
And if I looked at him—
I might beg.
Not for another kiss.
But for the truth.
That it wasn't just lust.
That I wasn't just a mistake.
That maybe, for one night… he forgot how wrong this was.
And wanted it anyway.