If someone told me that the only one who could break my writer’s block was my student, I would’ve sought her a long time ago.
Grace.
Beautiful, sexy, smart, and sassy—all the things I never thought I wanted.
When she steps into the classroom on the first day of class, I feel the floor give way from underneath me.
This can’t be real. She can’t be real.
But she is, and when I realize that the sudden, intense feeling I have isn’t one way, I throw caution to the wind, putting everything on the line—my job, her scholarship, our reputations.
The thing is, it’s hard to give a fuck about myself anymore. As long as she’s mine and she has everything she wants and needs, I’m good.
What can I say? I’d give my own life to make her happy.
Without her, nothing means anything to me.
