PROFESSOR SIN
AMARA POV
The music was too loud, the lights too bright, yet all I felt was him.
His body pressed close enough to remind me of who he was, but not enough to claim me, not yet. His hand that had brushed mine before was now firmer, steadying me as if he could sense I might fall, not just from the alcohol but from the way my knees weakened at his nearness.
I tilted my head back, blinking through my drowsy haze, and whispered, “Professor Sin?” My voice cracked between disbelief and longing.