KAIRA

The afternoon light played across his bare chest, highlighting the defined muscles of his shoulders and abdomen. My eyes caught on several scars, pale lines that crossed his tanned skin, each one telling a story of battles I knew nothing about.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. I couldn't look away, couldn't think, couldn't even remember why I had come here in the first place.

Heat flooded my cheeks as I realized I was staring. Actually staring at my professor's bare chest like some kind of desperate fool. I quickly looked down at my feet, my hands fumbling for my whiteboard.

My fingers were shaking so badly...