Anila POV
My muscles were even more dead by the end of class.
I was exhausted and sweaty, hair clung to my forehead as I sluggishly gathered my things. I caught sight of Harley chatting with Professor Tilly. As soon as my eyes landed on him, his eyes found me. I offered a warm smile, thankful for the help he offered today.
And that he didn’t touch me.
If he had touched me, It would have felt wrong. Like I was betraying Xaden for some reason. But also, my body was thrumming with so much pressure and tension I was afraid I would pop at the slightest touch. That s****l need has only coiled within me tighter, and I needed Xaden to release some of this pressure if not all of it. I glanced at my phone, frowning that Xaden had not replied yet—despite having read it.
I slung my bag over my
