The moment Maeve no, the mafia girl stepped into the room, I was already sweating bullets. This couldn't be happening. Out of all the professors, in all the schools, in all the realms, it had to be her.
My stomach churned as a flood of memories from that night hit me like a runaway carriage.
The way her hands felt on my skin, her low, teasing laugh, her sharp, intoxicating gaze that seemed to undress me before we even got started.
And how did I thank her for what was probably the best night of my life? I slipped out like a thief, without so much as a goodbye.
Now she was here, in front of me, standing with the kind of commanding presence that made my heart race for entirely different reasons.
I could already feel the beads of sweat forming on my brow, and I tried to sit as still as possible.
