First message
The last student filed out of the lecture hall, and Elias waited until the door clicked shut before turning the lock. Only then did his carefully professional expression soften.
She was still sitting at his desk, exactly where he'd told her to wait.
“There you are.”
Elias crossed the room, loosening his tie as he approached. His wedding band caught the afternoon light. He noticed her staring at it.
Again.
His hand settled beneath her chin, tilting her face toward him.
“Don't.”
The word was quiet, almost tender.
She'd asked him that morning if he was ever actually going to leave his wife.
Elias hadn't answered then, either.
“My children need stability.” His thumb brushed slowly across her cheek. “You know that.”
Not yes. Not no.
His gaze sharpened behind those perfectly round lenses when she looked away.
“Why ruin the little time we have together worrying about things neither of us can change?”
He leaned closer, pressing a lingering kiss against her forehead.
“You're safe. You're taken care of. And you know exactly how important you are to me.”
His phone buzzed across the desk. His wife's name illuminated the screen.
Elias turned it facedown without answering.
Then he smiled at her.
“My little secret.”
He said it like an endearment rather than a warning.
“Now come here. I've missed you.”