Elena's Pov

  

  

  

   I sat in the back row of Professor Hale's lecture hall, my notebook open but my mind anywhere but on the history notes he was scribbling on the board. 

  

  

   I am twenty, in my second year of college, and this class was supposed to be easy credits, but the real reason I showed up every time was him. 

  

  

   Professor Hale’s has that commanding presence, tall, with a fitted button-up shirt that showed off his broad chest, dark hair a bit messy like he did not care, and eyes that scanned the room like he owned everyone in it.

  

  

    I had been fantasizing about him for months, touching myself...