I’ve longed for my handsome professor all semester. He’s stared at me too.
And up high on this mountain, the college rules seem far, far away…
I didn’t mean to cause any trouble when I signed up for this field trip. There were no ulterior motives, I swear.
I just wanted to get out into the mountains, breathe the fresh air, and see a meteor shower. And, okay, to see my gorgeous professor close up; to hear his deep voice and feel his eyes on me again. That too.
But I never guessed how intense this craving would be. How much I’d pine for him. How badly I’d long for each stolen touch.
And the professor has fought these feelings for months, but his resolve is crumbling too.
So when I crawl into his tent after midnight, we’d better keep quiet… or all hell will break loose.
