You sat in your seat in the lecture hall, listening to the professor droning on. But you weren’t focused on what he was saying. You were too busy staring at him like a hungry animal. His warm gaze flicked to you and you quickly looked back down at your paper, searching your desk as if you’d lost a pen.

Gaz, your professor, had caught you staring at him numerous times. But he always looked back at you with the same lust and need in his searching gaze.