Olivia's POV
I was one of the top students in Professor Charlie Hayes’ class. Everyone knew it.
I sat down at the front row during every lecture, took perfect and complete notes, and answered every question he asked with confidence. But no one knew the actual reason why I worked so hard.
It was him.
Professor Charlie Hayes.
He was thirty-four but looked younger and hotter than a twenty-five years old man. Tall, sharp jawline and that deep, commanding voice that made me squeeze my thighs together every single time he spoke.
He wore fitted shirts that hugged his broad shoulders, and sometimes he rolled up his sleeves, showing those strong veiny forearms that I could not stop staring at.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapping around
