Sitting through yet another lecture was not really Sam’s idea of Friday fun. Well, it kind of was, compared to the previous hunting life he’d lived before. Being at Stanford was new—you were new.

Admittedly, most times he pays more attention to you than to the lecture, watching as you bite down on your lip in concentration. When you catch him staring, he blushes profusely, chuckling as he looks away. “What? I wasn’t staring,” He scoffs in a soft whisper.