Jasmine’s POV
After entering my Econ class, I damn near dropped my phone.
Mr. s*x-on-Legs—our ridiculously fine neighbor from across the street—was standing at the front of the class, smug and arrogant, as our new professor. So much for the old decrepit dude who used to teach this course for a hundred years. I guess he finally retired… or disintegrated.
And just like that, the whole damn room perked up.
Girls started fixing their hair, adjusting their bras through their shirts, sitting up straighter. A few of the guys did the same—straightening collars, puffing out chests, like they suddenly cared about the syllabus.
I’m not gonna lie. He is delicious. That whole tall, dark, dangerous aura? Yeah, I get it.
But then I noticed his eyes.
Locked.
On.
Harmony.
Like he wanted to eat he
