~Jasmine~
"Did you actually sleep at all, or were you just staring at the ceiling thinking about Caspian’s lips?" Freya whispered, her voice barely audible over the drone of the history professor.
I shifted in my chair, my face heating up instantly. "I slept. A little. Mostly I just kept checking the lock on the door."
"Smart girl," Freya chuckled, scribbling a doodle in the margin of her notebook. "Though I don't think a lock is going to stop a hot werewolf who wants a date."
I tried to focus on the whiteboard, but my mind was a chaotic mess.
My lips still felt a little swollen, and the spot on my neck where Caspian had breathed yesterday felt like it was permanently branded. But the flutter in my stomach wasn't just excitement; it was nerves.
Today was our first class, the first
