Lila’s pov
“Professor Cross, don’t you think the whole point of forbidden love in these books is that it feels so damn good because it’s wrong?” I said, leaning forward on his desk after everyone else had left the lecture hall.
My skirt rode up my thighs just a bit as I shifted, and I didn’t bother fixing it.
The way his eyes flicked down for half a second made the heat pool low in my belly.
Damien Cross looked up from the stack of papers, his dark brows pulling together in that serious way that always got me going.
He was older, mid-thirties, with a sharp jawline and those broad shoulders straining against his button-down shirt. “Lila, you’re my brightest student, but you keep pushing this angle.
Forbidden doesn’t make it right. It just makes the consequences messier.”
His voi
