The next morning, I dressed to kill. A white blouse that was just a little too tight, the top buttons strategically left open. A plaid skirt that flipped up teasingly when I walked. No panties. I wanted him to know. To wonder.
I took my seat front and center in Anatomy. When Jayden walked in, our eyes met immediately. The tension slammed into me like a physical force. He looked composed—perfectly professional in his button-down and tie—but I saw the strain. The dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn’t slept much. Probably thinking about me all night.
“Today we’ll begin with the reproductive system,” he announced, voice steady. His gaze swept the class but kept returning to me. “Structure, function, and physiological responses.”
As he lectured, drawing diagrams on the board, I cro
