They left the washroom together, moving in sync without saying a word. Xavier tugged his blazer straight as if it could hide what just happened, while Reva fixed her hair with calm and steady fingers, her expression giving nothing away.
The noise of the academy swallowed them the moment they stepped back into the hallway, students rushing past, teachers calling out, the usual mess of a day coming to its end. But under the surface, both of them carried the weight of what just went down, a spark still burning between them that neither tried to smother.
They slipped into their classes, blending into the flow. Xavier slid into his seat at the back, pulling out his books without care, pretending to listen but not hearing a damn word of the lecture. His mind kept drifting back to that locked cubicle, to Reva on her knees, and the thought made his jaw tighten.
