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“God, Everly. I don’t know what to do.”
Everly shifts in his seat, and I can feel his eyes on me. “Are we gonna break up?”
I whip my head toward him, my chest constricting. “What?”
“I mean, are you going to break up with me now?”
I wheeze slightly. No way in hell do I want to do that. “Do you think we should?”
He shrugs, biting his lip and turning away slightly. “I mean, I’d get it if you wanted to. I don’t want you to lose your job for me.”
Doesn’t he know? Doesn’t he know he’s worth more than that?
“No.”
He’s silent, his breath sucked in, holding it, waiting.
“No. I won’t lose you too.”
“You sure?” he whispers, and I nod.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”
I’m nervous, a jittery anxious thing when I make my way onto campus on Monday. I spent the weekend in Everly’s arms, fucking him, holding him, letting him console me. We talked through all the possibilities of what may happen and what we’d do if it came down to the worst possible thing.
He held on to me for dear life the entire time, almost as if what happens on Monday could ruin things for us.
But I won’t let it.
I fucking won’t.
Everly is the best thing to ever happen to me. We can make this work, whatever happens.
I straighten my tie as I make my way to Dr. Brown’s office for a meeting to discuss what he saw this weekend. His e-mail sent that evening was curt and short, and I honestly have no idea what to expect.
I was caught with a student, my TA. This won’t end well.
My shaking fist raps against the door, and I wait.
Everything is sweating—my pits, my nose, my knees.
“Come in,” Dr. Brown says, and I do, stepping into his office and shutting the door behind me.
Dr. Brown looks serious and regal behind his desk, his hands folded tightly as I lower myself into a leather chair.
“Dr. Sinclair,” he says with a nod of his head. He’s lost all respect for me. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he won’t meet my gaze. He doesn’t even smile.
“Good morning,” I reply and feel my sweaty palms slide against each other as I try to maintain my composure.
“Seems we have something to discuss, as per my email.”
I nod and swallow, my throat clicking loudly in the silent room.
“I’m sorry,” I croak. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
Dr. Brown leans back in his chair, it creaks under his weight. “I’d assumed as much. You’ve been nothing but professional the entire time we’ve worked together. Almost too much.”
“I’ve always tried to be.”