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There is a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. I smile and nod again, but her words don’t fully sink in. I’m just a little overwhelmed.

“Thanks,” I say. It doesn’t seem like enough, but it’s what I’ve got.

“Of course. I’m here for exactly this sort of thing. And my door is always open.”

I flush. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I had a similar experience with my mom, if you can believe it. She is still a real tiger mom.” She waves me out. “Come by anytime.”

“Of course. Thanks again.”

As I walk out of the Dean’s office, I let out a big breath. Yes, my dad is overbearing and controlling. But it seems like going to med school way out here is working in my favor. He can’t just pop up and persuade someone in person to snitch for him.

As a matter of fact, it looks like I will at least get the chance to shield my life from his meddling. I’ve wanted this for so long that I stopped actually believing it.

Raising my chin, I smile as I head to my class.

ChapterNine

Carter

The night skysparkles with a thousand stars. Each one is a glimmering jewel against the velvet darkness. Soft music drifts through the warm evening air as I cross the grassy field. I carry a blanket under my arm. My heart races with each step. Anticipation builds in my chest. I shouldn’t feel this way about her. But I can’t help it.

Eve. Just her name sends a shiver down my spine. From the moment I saw her in my class, I was drawn to her. Her intelligence and passion for medicine shone in those captivating eyes. I’ve tried to deny it, to bury these feelings and keep the professional distance I know is necessary. But the more I’m around her, the harder it becomes.

I spread out the blanket and settle onto it, gazing up at the stars. The intimacy of the setting wraps around me. The romantic atmosphere is undeniable. I imagine Eve lying beside me. Our hands are just inches apart. The electricity of unspoken desire crackles between us.

No, I can’t think like that. I’m her professor, meant to guide and mentor her, not fantasize about stolen moments under the stars. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to clear my mind. But it’s useless. Eve’s face appears behind my eyelids. Her smile is brilliant. Her laughter is infectious.

I’m in too deep, drowning in unnamed emotions I have no right to feel. The conflict within me rages. Duty battles desire. Logic grapples with longing. I know I should walk away, end this before it even begins. But the thought of never seeing her again, of never feeling her presence, is unbearable.

I open my eyes, blinking back the sting of tears. How can I resist someone who makes me feel so alive? So complete? Eve has awakened a part of me I thought was long buried. She stirs a yearning for connection and love that goes beyond the boundaries of our roles.

As I lie there, the weight of my feelings presses down on my chest. I realize I’m at a crossroads. I can either fight this attraction or take a chance and embrace the possibility of something extraordinary. As I am thinking of her, she appears, magically summoned by my need.

Across the gathering, I spot Eve standing in a group of students. The moonlight illuminates her delicate features. Her eyes shine with excitement as she gazes up at the stars, in awe. I find myself captivated by her beauty. The way she marvels at the sky stirs something deep within me.

Before I can second-guess myself, I’m on my feet, moving toward her. Eve turns to me, a smile at the corners of her lips. “Professor Morgan,” she says, her voice soft and melodic. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“No need for titles,” I say, returning her smile. “I couldn’t resist stargazing on such a perfect night. It seems like you felt the same.”

“Some people at the student union were bringing a bus here.” Eve waves at the other students, eyes sparkling. “The night sky is breathtaking, isn’t it? The vastness of the universe. The countless stars shining down on us.”

“How poetic. I can’t help but agree.” My gaze lingers on her face. The starlight dances in her eyes. Her lips twitch with what I assume is humor.

“Do you have a favorite constellation?”

“Orion,” she replies without hesitation. “The hunter, with his belt of three stars and his sword at the ready. There’s something powerful and mysterious about him.”

“A classic choice,” I tease gently. She nudges me playfully. “I can see why you’d like it, though. He’s a symbol of strength and resilience, much like someone else I know.”

Eve ducks her head. Even in the dark, a faint blush tints her cheeks. “And what about you, Carter? Which constellation captures your heart?”

I pause, considering the question. “Andromeda. The princess chained to a rock, awaiting her fate. But in the end, she’s saved by Perseus, and they live happily ever after.”

Eve tilts her head, studying me intently. “I never pegged you for a romantic,” she murmurs, her words laced with a hint of surprise and something else I can’t define.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I reply, holding her gaze. The air between us crackles with tension. The unspoken desires simmer just beneath the surface. “Will you join me on my blanket?”

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