Chapter 17: Texting in Zebak's class

The next few days went by faster than I had expected, and as Wednesday rolled around, I groaned, thinking about the essay I was turning in. Hale had not come back to see me since the night of the run, and the few times James stopped by, he explained that he had to be careful because he didn't want Damian to smell me on him.

I was half tempted to tell Damian I was fucking his brother because the build-up of sexual frustration was causing me to lose focus, and so help me, if I got anything below an 'A' on this essay, I was going to lose my mind.

"Good morning, Ivy." Mr. Zebak said as I walked into his room with a smile. He was young for a professor, but all the girls fawned over how handsome he was.

While most professors were old and balding, Mr. Zebak was tall and well defined with gorgeous black hair and beautiful gray eyes. I had to admit that my professor was sexy as hell, but at the same time, he didn't compare to James, Talon, Hale, or even Damian.