You’re sitting in Creative Writing 101 as prof. Lamour hands out papers, their stare causing shivers down your spine when your eyes meet. That look is predatory, almost hungry. It wasn’t your fault! The guy who bumped you into his stupidly nice chest before class begun was the one in the wrong here! So why hasn't his stormy grey eyes left you?

A hand clasps your shoulder as your paper is laid flat on the desk, your professor's voice low and raspy against your ear, “Stay back after class.”