Ray's POV
I didn't breathe for an entire 50-minute lecture.
I couldn't.
How could I, when Sebastian Blackthorn, a man who looks like he owns oxygen, had casually walked into my law class, sat next to me, and draped his arm over my shoulder like I was his stress ball?
Everyone saw. Everyone.
Phones. Notes. Eyes.
Dead. I was so dead.
As soon as class ended, I grabbed my things—no, threw them into my tote—and hissed, "Come with me."
He raised one perfect brow, all calm, like he hadn't just publicly staked his claim like a possessive villain in a mafia romance novel.
"I didn't bring security this time," he said as he stood. "Is that why you're upset?"
"Sebastian," I whisper-yelled, dragging him out of the room by his sleeve, ignoring the literal crowd that parted for us like he was Moses and I was his panicked intern.
The second we were out of earshot, I spun to face him.
"What was that?!"
"What was what?" he said, smug, standing in the hallway like it was his courtroom.
"You—showed up! In the middle of class! With the professor and everyone watching and—and you put your arm—"
"I saw the video," he said simply.
"What video?!"
"You tripping. Into the professor. And that boy catching you."
"I tripped on air! And the professor caught me by accident!"
"Still." He leaned in slightly. "He touched what's mine."
Oh.
Oh no.
I blinked. "Y-You can't just... show up like that!"
"I just did."
"You embarrassed me!"
"You liked it," he said, eyes glinting. "Your ears were red."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
And damn him, because I didn't.
I crossed my arms and looked away. "Everyone's talking about it."
"Let them," he said. "I don't care."
"Well, I care."
He stepped closer. "Then next time, don't fall."
"I didn't try to fall, you control-freak suit-wearing—"
He smirked.
I lost the ability to speak.
He leaned in—dangerously close—and whispered, "Lunch?"
"I have class."
"I'll buy the university."
"Sebastian!"
He was already walking away, tie swinging like he hadn't just turned my life into the main plot of an enemies-to-lovers Netflix drama.
I stared after him, heart racing, cheeks burning.
Dead.
I was so dead.
And maybe, just maybe, a little bit in love.