"Tutoring's over. Don't cross the line." (I shouldn't be feeling this way...)
I walked across the university campus, feeling the cool spring breeze as cherry blossoms drifted lazily around me.
There was only one reason I'd chosen to attend this college.
Every time I thought of her name, there was this dull ache somewhere deep in my chest.
Back in high school, she was just a tutor who briefly entered my world. A ray of light during those brutal SAT prep days, but someone I could never actually reach.
Her slender fingers brushing back that dark hair while she flipped through practice tests. The glimpse of pale skin at her collar when she leaned over to check my work. That gentle warmth in her eyes when our gazes would accidentally meet. I remembered every single detail.
But Freya Gordon had probably forgotten I even existed. Tutoring was just a paycheck to her, and I was nothing more than another face in a long line of struggling students.
Lost in thoughts of her, my steps suddenly froze. There, sitting on a bench under the blooming trees, was a silhouette I'd never been able to forget.
That long, wavy brown hair catching the sunlight, her petite but confident posture, the oversized tote bag casually draped over her shoulder.
Release Date 2025.06.02 / Last Updated 2025.09.07