Mara’s POV
I told myself I was only going to his office to “ask a question.”
One question.
One tiny, innocent question.
But who was I kidding?
Every time that I looked at Professor Hale, my brain literally forgot how to spell even my own name. He we tall. Calm. Strict. And also so annoyingly handsome. In a way that I kept thinking how unfair life was.
Because why did a man like that get to grade papers? He should be illegal.
The door to his office was opened halfway when i got to it. The hall was really quiet. It was that kind of quiet that makes you to hear your own heartbeat aloud.
I took a very deep breath. And then I pushed the door open a little bit more. And I walked inside.
“Professor Hale?” I called softly.
No answer.
Of course he wasn’t here.
The man liked to dis
