*Oliver*

It didn’t take more than a couple of glances toward the professor’s house to see that Harper was sitting at the window, watching me. Her eyes were intense, even from across the driveway. I slowed down my movements, drawing out how much time I spent with the towel over my body.

I liked knowing she was watching me, and I had to take several deep breaths to keep myself from getting aroused. If she saw that, she might suspect that I knew she was watching. ...