The moment I lay eyes on Eve, she knocks the breath right out of me. She’s all soft curves, funny quips, and an easy laugh that makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t in years. I can’t shake the way I feel when she smiles at me. We have a deep connection that I’m still thinking about the next day. Then I walk into my classroom and find her sitting there. A wide-eyed student, waiting for my biology lecture. Somehow, that doesn’t make her any less tempting to me. It’s wrong. Every instinct I have tells me to shut this down, to put as much distance between us as possible. But she makes it impossible. The way her eyes linger on mine. The quiet confidence that hides behind her innocence. The fire I feel every time we’re in the same room. This isn’t just a bad idea. It’s career-ending, life-altering, the kind of mistake I can’t afford to make. And yet, I can’t stay away. I know it’s reckless. Dangerous. But the pull between us is impossible to ignore. What happens when crossing the line feels like the only option