Theo's pov-
She left without a word.
No glance over her shoulder.No dramatic pause at the door.
Just silence.
The kind that fills rooms long after someone's gone.The kind that clings to your skin like smoke.
I didn't sleep.
I just sat on the edge of the bed, shirt half-buttoned, hands still shaking.
What we did… it wasn't a slip.
It was a decision.
One we made with open eyes and closed fists, daring the consequences to find us.
And now they would.
Every hallway would feel smaller.
Every glance from a colleague—sharper.
Every moment I stood in front of a room of students would feel like a lie.
Because I am lying.
Not just to the school.
To myself.
I told myself I had rules. Discipline. Control.
But when she touched me, every principle I ever preached burned to ash.
And I liked the fire.
God help me, I liked it.
Sid's pov-
He didn't text.Didn't call.Didn't even look at me in class.
Fine.
I pretended too.
Pretended not to notice how his shoulders were stiff when I walked past.How he wouldn't make eye contact.How his voice caught when he said "your papers are graded."
I laughed louder that day.Wore red lips like a weapon.Crossed my legs like a dare.
But underneath?
Everything hurt.
Because it wasn't just heat anymore.
It was real.
And I didn't know if that made it better…
Or worse.