~ Sylara's POV ~
I stared endlessly at his texts, lots of thoughts swirling in my mind about why he went through all the stress to help me. He even got my number from only God knows where.
Does he care about me? I thought to myself, but I discarded the thought immediately as it came. I wouldn't want to be a fool again. If he really cared, he wouldn't have asked me to be his casual, no-strings-attached f**k mate.
"He's just doing his job as a professor. Nothing more than that, Lara." I nodded to the words I had just spoken.
I picked up my pen and notebook, trying to go through the breakdown he sent. He’d made every topic so simple, so easy to digest—but instead of focusing, my mind was somewhere else.
I couldn't stop myself from imagining him while he wrote these explanations…
How his
