PROFESSOR BLACK POV
I switched off the car engine and stared at the tall gate ahead of me. For a long moment, I just sat there, fingers still gripping the steering wheel, breathing slowly to keep myself from doing something irrational. I could’ve walked through the front door like a sane thirty-three-year-old man, introduced myself politely, and asked to see Amara like a gentleman.
But I knew Amara, my dove…would be irritated if I dragged attention to the house. The thought made me huff out a quiet laugh. A grown man. A respected professor. About to jump a fence. All because of puppy love.
Ridiculous… yet here I was.
I scaled the fence with muscle memory. I’d done this before…too many times,she is not aware off…but this time something felt different, heavier. I landed silently inside.
