~ Sylara's POV ~
Fuck! I exhaled, the silent curse ripping through me as I stared at him. I had told myself today would be another day to erase him. Another day to completely forget that night, but how could I achieve that when he strode into our lecture hall looking like a walking s****l fantasy?
He was wearing a white turtleneck that didn't just cover his body, it aggressively showcased the hard, veined thickness of his biceps. His dark hair was slightly wet and clinging to his forehead, giving him a dangerous, younger look that made his forty-something years utterly irrelevant.
His glasses rested perfectly on his nose, and his lips… his lips were f*****g so kissable right now, begging to be crushed beneath mine.
"Professor Nick!" Lisa and her friends squealed, their voices grating l
