Elowyn walked into class the next morning, her eyes dull from restless sleep. The incident with Baron still clung to her like invisible smoke—burning in her lungs, making her senses edgy.

Her head? It wasn't helping at all.

She remembered him.

Baron.

His sharp green eyes and those moist lips that stayed soft between all the hard places.

Her heart was aching. Her tummy was churning with excitement that she tried to fight.

He hadn’t looked her way since.

Not once.

Not in the ...