Davin
Lucas dragged a hand down his face.
“Davin, one-night stands are supposed to last one night. That’s literally why they’re called one-night stands. You sleep together, you leave, end of story. So why are there enough paintings of this woman in here to fill a gallery?”
“Will you let me speak for a damn second?”
He let out an exasperated sigh.
“Fine. I’m listening.”
“It was supposed to be a one-night thing,” I explained. “We met at a club, and then a few days later, she turned up in my class.”
“Your class—as in your actual class?”
I nodded.
His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the whole mess.
“Hold up. So you’re telling me this woman is your student?”
I rubbed my face.
“Yes.”
For a moment, he just stared at me, then groaned louder than I had all morning.
“I thin
