But I can’t call off the way I feel. I can’t call off the way he looks when he rolls up his sleeves and explains imaginary numbers. I can’t call off the heated glances, or the way our hands touch when I hand in my homework, or the memory of his body pressing against mine that night. I’m a virgin. He’s my professor. And if we give in, it could cost us both everything. But I’m so tired of being a good girl. PRE-ORDER INFORMATION |
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