My heart pounds from the scene he just caused, yet my body still reacts to him despite the fear twisting inside me.
Chapter 10
Piper
Hunter turns and walks back towards the front of the classroom.
I glance around carefully and feel a small wave of relief when I notice everyone with their attention fixed firmly on their papers.
At least I hope they didn’t see much.
With Hunter standing between me and the rest of the class, they shouldn’t have been able to see me properly.
He’s well over six foot, and his broad build likely hid most of my tiny five foot two frame from view anyway.
I quickly take my seat and begin the exam.
I need to pass, and considering Mr Wardgrave decided to spring a surprise test on us, I had absolutely no time to prepare for it.
The next hour passes in a blur as I work my way through the essay.
“Time’s up,” Hunter says.
I look up only to find him standing close to my desk yet again.
I quickly finish the sentence I’m writing before setting my pen down and handing him the exam paper.
His fingers brush mineagainas he takes it.
Then he moves further down the row to collect the rest of the papers while I shove my things back into my bag and stand.
I fully intend to leave without another interaction, but apparently that isn’t happening.
He’s back in my space within what feels like seconds.
“A word,” he murmurs.
At least this time he doesn’t announce it loudly in front of the entire class.
Though, judging by the smirk he wears whenever he does it, he clearly enjoys putting me on the spot.
I swallow and pretend to search through my bag while the rest of the students slowly file out of the classroom.
I’m sure he gets some sort of satisfaction out of this.
Out of constantly pushing when I keep asking him for distance.
Yet he always finds ways around it anyway with small touches, those intense looks, and reasons to keep me behind after class.
Everything I explicitly asked him not to do.
And the worst part is that, deep down, I don’t hate the attention he gives me.
I just can’t afford to have it.
As the door closes behind the last student, Hunter leans back against his desk, his legs casually crossed at the ankles.
And then his attention is on me again.
