Chapter 04
The library should’ve been enough. It should’ve sated me. But instead, it made me ravenous.
Every lecture, every office hour, every moment I sat across from Professor Hale and pretended to take notes while my body remembered the feel of his mouth on my skin—it drove me mad.
He tried to return to normal. Tried to bury the night we crossed the line beneath his usual armor of stoicism and clipped words. But I could see it in him. The tension in his jaw. The way his gaze flicked to my lips before he forced himself to look away. The pulse at his throat beating just a little too fast when I leaned too close.
He was breaking. And I loved it.
It was Thursday afternoon when I finally pushed him over the edge. His office door was cracked open, the faint hum of students waiting in the
