9. Learning

Zev's pov

I was paying attention to class when Raiden moved Atalanta’s hair out of the way. She had a strappy dress on that was a few sizes too big. It reached just below her knees, but because of its size, it dipped down when she sat down, revealing a lot of her back.

Although most of her hair was covering the skin, until Raiden moved it.

He leaned forward, his chin resting on his right hand, while the left traced circles on her back.

There were small scars on her back, different from the ones that happened during what she claimed was a cooking accident.

Not touching the scars, Raiden circled around them. Atalanta began breathing heavy and slow, sounding like she would fall asleep any second.

I wish I was the one touching her.

No. No, I don’t.

Focus on the class, Zev! I scolded myself.

Yet when Atalanta didn’t know the answer, it was me who helped her. Not Raiden.

The next class was without Atalanta, and it felt good to be able to pay attention without either Raiden or Atalanta distr