Sienna's POV

Professor Malachi Thorne is the reason I'm failing Literary Theory.

Not because the subject is hard. Because the man stands at the front of the lecture hall in rolled sleeves, those forearms on full display, a voice so low it makes my pussy throb.

I stopped absorbing information the day he walked in and wrote his name on the board. With his dark, tousled hair, sharp jaw, and blue eyes behind his glasses that seem to catch mine.

I've been touching myself through his lectures for two months. Not at home to the memory of him — in class. Right there in the front row, hand pressed flat...