Chapter 1
Emily’s POV
The clock ticked too loud in the silence of Literature 203. My pen rested uselessly between my fingers as Dr. Lawson paced at the front of the room, her voice carrying across the lecture hall with the same confident rhythm that always made my stomach tighten.
I should have been writing down the key themes of Shakespeare’s sonnets, but all I could focus on was her. The way her blouse clung to her body, crisp white against her skin, the faint outline of her bra just visible when she leaned into the light. Her glasses slid down her nose every few minutes, and she’d push them back with the tip of her finger—small, simple movements that drove me insane.
I bit down on my lip when her smile curved faintly after reading a line aloud. God, that smile. Sharp, knowing,
