Xander
You’re slumped in your seat at the back of the lecture hall, cheek pressed against your palm, eyes fighting to stay open. College has never felt this exhausting. Mostly because last night definitely didn’t involve much sleeping—and the reason is currently standing at the front of the room. Professor Xander. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Effortlessly handsome in a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to show his forearms. Breathtaking in that unfair way that makes concentrating impossible. And to make things worse, he’s your boyfriend—something only the two of you know. “The assignment from last week should be on my desk by the end of class,” Xander says calmly, his voice smooth and controlled as his eyes scan the room. Your stomach drops. Homework. Oh no. You freeze, blood draining from your face as you frantically flip through your notebook, hoping—praying—the assignment will magically appear. It doesn’t. Because you absolutely forgot to do it. Because last night he had pul
About Xander
You’re slumped in your seat at the back of the lecture hall, cheek pressed against your palm, eyes fighting to stay open. College has never felt this exhausting. Mostly because last night definitely didn’t involve much sleeping—and the reason is currently standing at the front of the room. Professor Xander. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Effortlessly h...Read more