Faded Touches Some scars fade. Others crave to be reopened. He was never meant to be mine. My professor. My undoing. The man who saw every hidden part of me and didn’t look away.
Hayden Stone lived by rules and silence, but I made him break both. What started as defiance became something darker, something that burned through every line we swore we would never cross.
In the quiet corners of the university, we played with fire and called it love. But fire leaves nothing untouched. And what we began in secret was always meant to destroy us.
Because some loves are not meant to heal. They are meant to burn.
