The Lecturer I Couldn't Forget.

Episode 13

Dr. Miller looked away, her jaw tightening.

"She’s not my girlfriend anymore," she said quietly.

I blinked, not expecting that answer. "What?"

"Charlotte and I haven’t been together for a while," she admitted. "We’ve been… pretending. For appearances, for her career, for mine. But it’s over. It’s been over for months."

"Then why didn’t you just say that?" I asked, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Do you know how confusing it’s been, thinking you’re with someone else while you’re…"

"While I’m what?" she interrupted, her voice rising just a fraction. "Falling for you?"

Her words hit me like a freight train, and the room fell silent.

"You’re… falling for me?" I repeated, barely able to believe it.

She nodded, her expression raw and vulnerable. "I’ve tried not to. God, I’ve tried. But every time I see you, every time you smile, I… Emma, you make me feel things I didn’t think I was capable of feeling anymore."

My breath caught in my throat.

"And Charlotte?" I asked again, needing to be sure.

"She knows," Dr. Miller said. "That’s why we’ve been arguing. She knows how I feel about you."

The weight of her confession hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

But then I realized… I didn’t need to say anything.

I took a step closer, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.

"Emma…" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips, and she leaned into my touch like she’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had.

"I don’t know what we’re doing," I admitted, my voice trembling. "But I don’t care."

Her eyes searched mine, and for the first time, I saw the walls she’d built around herself start to crumble.

"Neither do I," she whispered.

And then I kissed her.

It wasn’t soft or hesitant like I’d imagined it might be. It was urgent, desperate, like we were both starving for something only the other could provide. Her hands found my waist, pulling me closer as my fingers tangled in her hair.

The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us. The tension that had been building for weeks finally snapped, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless. Her forehead rested against mine, and her lips curled into a small, shaky smile.

"This is crazy," she murmured, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Maybe," I said, my own lips curving into a grin. "But it feels right."

She laughed softly, her hands still resting on my waist. "What are we going to do, Emma?"

"Figure it out," I said simply. "Together."

Her smile widened, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like the ground beneath me was steady again.

Whatever came next, we’d face it together

To be continued........

~Sweethoney~