Chapter 1: The First Glance“Professor Crowe, the way you described Heathcliff’s obsession in Wuthering Heights today… it got me thinking about how desire can just take over everything,” I said, leaning forward in my seat at the front of the lecture hall, my short plaid skirt riding up my thighs a little as I crossed my legs. The room was emptying out after the hour, but I stayed put, heart beating faster every time his deep voice wrapped around those words about forbidden wants. God, he was something else at forty-eight, tall with that silver fox hair and broad shoulders straining against his fitted button down shirt. The way he paced while talking, gesturing with those strong hands, made my stomach tighten in ways I couldn’t ignore anymore.Ethan Crowe stopped stacking his notes and looked at me directly, his eyes drifting down to where my skirt had hiked up before snapping back to my face. A small smile tugged at his lips. “Mia, right? You always sit right here asking the sharp qu
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