His gaze swept the room—and locked directly on me.
Two full minutes. The air between us crackled. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from raw, electric want. He recognized me. I saw the flicker in those steel eyes—the brief tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. But he said nothing. Just tore his gaze away and addressed the class.
“Good afternoon. I expect full attention, punctuality, and respect in this classroom. Anatomy is not a joke. We will cover the human body in intimate detail—its structures, its responses, its pleasures and pains. I will tolerate no disruptions.”
His voice was deep, smooth, commanding. It slid over my skin like velvet and steel. While he spoke, explaining the syllabus, his eyes kept drifting back to m
