One Night With My Alpha Professor
Good luck… Maybe I needed a little good luck.
The attendant returned with a small, clear bag, and carefully helped me transfer the luna moth into it. As I held the bag up to the light, I marveled at the intricate patterns on its wings.
One week, the attendant had said—one week to live and die, and the luna moth had chosen me as her final resting place. The logical part of me said that it was just a coincidence, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining for a moment, just a moment, that maybe…