My Sister's Boyfriend is My Lecturer
I took a deep, shaky inhale, gave a sharp knock, turned the brass handle, and peeked inside.
“Halle!” Mr. Damon called out from his desk, his dark eyes locking onto mine the second the door cracked.
I slowly wiggled my way into his office, closing the heavy door behind me.
“I guess you got my text. I was wondering if it was a bit too vague,” his deep, resonant voice dropped to an octave so low I felt a sudden, heavy urge to run straight into his arms. His gaze raked over me like a predator sizing up its prey—a lightning-fast flash of hunger that vanished so quickly I almost thought I’d imagined it.