Fernando waited with rigid patience for the class to finally end. The moment he stepped into the lecture hall where she sat, her scent struck him with merciless force soft, intoxicating, unmistakable.
Pretending everything was normal was torture when nothing about this was. She never lifted her head, never once acknowledged him openly, yet every time he turned toward the board, he could feel her eyes on him hot, aware, burning into his back like a brand.
Hunter stirred restlessly beneath his restraint, a caged beast snarling for release, demanding he take his mate into his arms. But he waited. He always waited.
The class dragged on endlessly before it finally ended, and she was the first to bolt for the door.
Was she avoiding him on purpose?
Probably.
He was done for the day, but she still had one final class left before she would be forced back into his orbit.
