~~Jocelyn~~
He cleared his throat at the front of the class.
“I’m Professor Hale,” he said, voice low but firm. “For now, I’ll be teaching you Human Anatomy. We’ll cover everything—muscles, bones, reproductive systems, physiology…” His eyes scanned the room, finally settling briefly on me.
My stomach flipped.
Our eyes met for a heartbeat. I quickly looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks. Why is a male teaching this kind of course? My mind spun, carried away by the way his broad shoulders filled his crisp shirt, the curve of his arms. Even the way he leaned on the desk made my body tingle.
Minutes passed, and I tried to focus on his words, but as if some unseen wind stole my attention, my hand moved on its own. Without realizing it, I was sketching him—naked, muscles flexed, skin glis
