This couldn’t be happening. How the hell could this be happening?

Desiree’s chest tightened as the thought echoed in her head. Of all the men in the world, it had to be him. Of all the reckless mistakes she could have made, she had chosen one that would haunt her every single day for the rest of the semester.

She curled her fingers into fists under the desk. She groaned inwardly, forcing her expression to stay neutral, but inside, the panic was clawing at her ribs.

What were the odds? ...