Chapter 1:

The First Glance

“Professor Crowe, the way you described Heathcliff’s obsession in Wuthering Heights today… it got me thinking about how desire can just take over everything,” I said, leaning forward in my seat at the front of the lecture hall, my short plaid skirt riding up my thighs a little as I crossed my legs. The room was emptying out after the hour, but I stayed put, heart beating faster every time his deep voice wrapped around those words about forbidden wants. God, he was something else at forty-eight, tall with that silver fox hair and broad shoulders straining against his fitted button down shirt. The way...