Sophia’s pov

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I sat there in the lecture hall, legs squeezed tight under the desk. 

Thursday afternoons were the only thing keeping me sane this semester, all because of him. 

Dr. Voss. That tall, commanding forty-year-old with the deep voice that made my stomach flip every time he spoke. 

I kept picturing those thick muscled arms of his, the way his shirt stretched across his chest when he leaned over to point at something on the board. 

Fuck, my stomach was already twitching by just thinking about it.

I glanced at the clock again. He should’ve...