Fiona’s POV

The hallway felt smaller the moment our eyes met.

He stood a few steps away, the faint hum of the fluorescent lamps buzzing between us. My heart skipped, thudded, then kept running as if it could outrun what I saw in his gaze—something dangerous, restrained, and all too familiar.

Jalen’s eyes lingered, soft yet sharp, like he was trying to remember how to breathe. My hand clutched the hem of my mini skirt tightly against my thigh. Good thing I was wearing pop socks—my ass ...