Aliyyah
Skylar Bale doesn't do distractions. Four years of straight A's and a heart kept firmly out of reach, that's the plan, and she's stuck to it religiously. Until one reckless night, one stranger's hands at her waist, one kiss that tastes like every rule she's ever broken at once.
She doesn't get his name. She doesn't need it. It's a secret she'll keep pressed against her lips like a bruise.
Then she walks into her 9 a.m. lecture, and every plan she's ever made goes up in flames.
Because the man writing his name on the whiteboard, Professor Lucian Cross, is the same man whose mouth was on hers twelve hours ago.
Skylar tells herself this is dangerous, impossible. Lucian tells himself the same, right before he finds a reason to keep her after class.
Every glance is a risk. Every locked door, a temptation. And the longer they play at staying professional, the harder it becomes to remember why they're even trying.
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