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Chapter 5: Unspoken Boundaries

Emma spent the day in a daze, her mind circling around Ryland's note. Meet me at The Grind after class tomorrow. We need to talk. She'd read those words so many times she could practically recite them, each reading leaving her with a rush of excitement tempered by nerves. What exactly did he mean by "talk"? What would he say? Would he bring up the connection she could feel pulsing between them, or was he going to shut it down?

When her last class ended, Emma gathered her things slowly, as if delaying the inevitable. But the pull was too strong; no amount of stalling would keep her from meeting him. So she walked across campus, slipping into The Grind just as the afternoon sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the tables. She scanned the room, her gaze finally landing on him in a booth near the back. He looked as calm and composed as ever, though there was a slight tension in his posture that made her wonder if he was just as nervous as she was.

Emma took a deep breath and approached him, her pulse quickening. Ryland looked up as she approached, his eyes warming in recognition, and he gestured for her to sit down. She slipped into the seat across from him, feeling a bit like she was stepping onto a tightrope with no clear idea of how she'd make it to the other side.

"Thanks for meeting me," he said, his voice low and even.

Emma gave a small nod, willing her face to stay neutral. "Of course."

There was a pause, the kind that felt both loaded and fragile. Ryland ran a hand through his hair, glancing down at the table for a moment before meeting her gaze.

"Emma, I don't want you to think I've been... unprofessional," he began, his tone careful, almost hesitant.

She felt a pang of disappointment, but she forced herself to smile lightly. "You haven't. I mean, it's not like you've done anything wrong."

Ryland held her gaze, his expression softening. "Maybe not outright, but... I think we both know there's been something between us." He paused, as if weighing each word. "And I didn't want to leave it unaddressed."

Emma felt her heart flutter. He knows. He feels it too. It was all she could do to keep herself composed. "Yeah, I... I've felt it too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ryland leaned back, exhaling as though he'd been holding his breath. "I knew I wasn't imagining it." He gave her a rueful smile. "I thought maybe it was just wishful thinking."

She laughed softly, feeling some of the tension dissipate. "I thought I was the only one. But I wasn't sure what to do about it."

They sat in silence, each caught in their own thoughts, and Emma's mind raced as she wondered where this conversation was heading. She could feel the unspoken "and now what?" hanging in the air between them.

"It's... complicated," Ryland said finally, his gaze holding hers. "You're my student. I'm your professor. It's not exactly a simple situation."

Emma bit her lip, nodding. She knew he was right; she'd thought about the consequences just as much as he likely had. But it didn't make the pull between them any easier to ignore. "I know. But... it doesn't change the fact that this feels... different," she admitted.

Ryland's gaze softened, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usually composed exterior. "It does," he agreed quietly. "But I don't want to do anything that could jeopardize your time here. Your studies. Your reputation."

She was touched by his concern, but also frustrated by the way they kept circling the issue without really touching it. "Ryland... I know the risks. I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't."

His eyes flicked up at the sound of his name, and a brief smile crossed his face. "It's strange to hear you say my name. Good strange, though."

Emma's cheeks warmed, but she managed a small smile in return. "It feels strange to say it." She paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Look, I know there are boundaries we shouldn't cross. I know that. But it's not exactly easy to ignore this, either."

Ryland reached across the table, his hand hovering just above hers, and she felt her breath hitch as he closed the gap, his fingers brushing lightly against hers. The touch was subtle, but it sent a surge of warmth through her. They were in public, surrounded by other students and faculty, but at that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

"This... whatever it is between us," he said softly, "isn't something I take lightly."

Emma looked down at their hands, feeling a thrill that he'd admitted as much. She squeezed his fingers lightly, trying to show him that she understood.

After a long pause, he pulled his hand back, sighing softly. "But I also can't risk your future. I'm not willing to put you in a difficult position. It wouldn't be fair."

Emma felt a pang of disappointment, though she knew he was right. She respected him for thinking of her first, even if it meant putting distance between them. "I understand. But... I don't want to lose whatever this is."

Ryland's eyes softened, a mixture of regret and affection flickering across his face. "Neither do I. But maybe... we take a step back, for now."

The words were a gentle refusal, one that left room for hope. Emma knew that he was being realistic, that he was trying to protect them both. But even as they agreed to keep things professional, she couldn't help but feel that this was only the beginning.

After a moment, Ryland cleared his throat, glancing toward the door. "I should go. But... thank you for coming. I'm glad we had this talk."

Emma nodded, giving him a small, understanding smile. "Me too."

As she watched him leave, Emma felt a strange mixture of longing and resolve. She knew they were making the right choice, but a part of her couldn't help but hope that this wasn't the last time they'd find themselves on the brink of something more.

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Emma's world is about to get a lot more complicated. Will she be able to handle the risks?