LIANA

A towering figure filled the door frame.

Panic surged through me as I realized who it was—Professor Sean from the Literature department.

My hands flew to my chest in an attempt to cover whatever dignity I still had left.

His presence hit me like a cold splash of water and a sudden rush that made my heart race. Sean wasn't as classically appealing as Reynold. He was older, with a lean, intense look that suddenly felt like he was just as potent as Professor Reynold. And the smirk on his face? It was knowing. Unsettling.

Reynold immediately tensed behind me, grabbing my hips to steady himself as I struggled...