The next day, I dragged myself to the university after a long night of tossing and turning in bed. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, his face appeared. The mysterious man. His sharp eyes. His cruel smirk. The sound of his voice that still rang in my ears. I kept trying to push it away, telling myself it was nothing, but it wasn’t nothing. It was something that stirred inside me, something I had never felt before for another man, and that scared me more than anything.

When I finally ...