Mara’s POV

I told myself I was only going to his office to “ask a question.”

One question.

One tiny, innocent question.

But who was I kidding?

Every time that I looked at Professor Hale, my brain literally forgot how to spell even my own name. He we tall. Calm. Strict. And also so annoyingly handsome. In a way that I kept thinking how unfair life was.

Because why did a man like that get to grade papers? He should be illegal.

The door to his office was opened halfway when i got to it. The hall was really quiet. It was that kind of quiet that makes you to...