The library housed thousands of books, and none of them were helpful in the slightest.

I shoved another book back onto the shelf, hoping that I put it back in the right spot so that others could find it, and pulled out the next mythology book, quickly scanning the blurb for any helpful information.

When this book didn't work either, I placed it back on the bookshelf and yawned.

I hadn't slept.

Since 9PM last night, I had paced my small dorm room and wondered what I had done wrong. What happened within those few moments? At first, Professor Lee had been so freaking adamant about pleasing me, and then, right when I was about to come, he demanded that I leave and not turn back.

Maybe he really understood what he was doing.

Maybe he realized that he screwed up by touching a student.

Maybe he—Gah, I didn't know. I didn't understand one freaking bit. He had been so possessive, so needy and dominant last night when he tossed me up onto his desk, ripped off my panties, and called my pussy his.

What changed?

Deciding that I would never know, I stepped back to scan the next higher shelf. I jumped up onto my toes to check for the book I had been searching for since 6AM this morning, because last night, while I laid on Professor Lee's desk in a complete mess, I swear I saw something I had only read about in mythology books.

After three more books, I finally pulled down a book that fit my search almost perfectly. I sighed in relief, checking the time and realizing that I would be late to mythology. I didn't really want to go back to Lee's class after what had happened last night, but I didn't want to miss a class.

It really wasn't like me, and I needed not to fail this semester.

I couldn't go back home to Mom and Dad.

At the check-out, the overworked, under-caffeinated college kid with unkempt black hair grabbed the book from me. "Greek mythology, huh?" he asked, scanning the barcode and punching in a couple buttons on the computer. "I don't remember Professor Lee assigning this when I was in his class."

My heart raced a bit faster at the sound of his name. "How'd you know I take mythology with Lee?"

He cracked the brightest smile he could for it being a couple minutes before 8AM. "He's the only professor to teach mythology at the university. Plus, no other classics teacher would even think about having their students read the Legend of Lycaon. They're all too old and love Homer too much."

"True," I said, keeping up some small talk.

Once I grabbed the book from him, I held it to my chest and walked out of the library doors heading straight for classics with Professor Lee. While this book might've been related to mythology, I didn't get it for his class. I got it because last night I swore I saw something in Callum Lee's eyes that was unexplainable.

Every few moments, his eyes would flicker to a yellow-gold.

And every article, every social media post, every WebMD diagnosis told me that wasn't possible for a human. And... I mean, I was probably overthinking this and just making things up... but I felt like I had read something about eyes shifting colors in mythology before.

Opening the book, I swept through the first few pages and walked toward the classics building, a cold wind chilling my skin. I pulled my light fall jacket closer around my body and looked up briefly to see Levi walking out through the forest, his hair a disheveled mess and his eyes glowing gold.

I sucked in a sharp breath, snapped my book closed, and stepped behind a building, staring at him with wide eyes as he slung a backpack over his shoulder and walked toward the classics building, biceps swelling through his t-shirt under the early morning sunlight.

How wasn't he freezing cold?

I stared like a creep for a few more moments as Levi disappeared into the classics building. I stepped back onto the walkway, blew out a deep breath—telling myself that I was just sleep deprived—and walked toward the classics building.

The closer I came to the entrance doors, the heavier my feet became. I didn't want to come here today, I wanted to slip back into my dorm room and sleep for the rest of the day, skipping all my damn classes.

My stomach was in tight knots, the thought of confronting Professor Lee making me uneasy. What would I even say to him? Would he even want to talk to me? Would he acknowledge it? What if he didn't?

Gosh, this was going to be even more awkward than I imagined it all night.

About twenty feet ahead, Jasmine walked up the steps and through the classics building door. I stopped dead in my tracks and sucked in another sharp breath, nerves running up and down my spine and my breath catching.

What was she doing here?

She didn't even take any mythology or classics courses. Hell, the closest building she had a class in was the science building which was about a quarter mile west of here. She wouldn't step in this building if she didn't...

Fuck.

I balled my hands into tight fists and gritted my teeth together.

If she switched into Lee's class...

Unable to stop myself, I pushed my nerves to the side and hurried up the steps behind her, rushing toward the mythology classroom and stopping just before the double doors. Even from here, I could smell the vanilla perfume that she doused herself in every morning.

"No," I whispered to myself. "No. She can't."

After blowing out a deep breath, I looked around the doorframe and into the class.

Jasmine stood at the front of the class with a skimpy cropped tank-top that showed off her toned, tanned abs, and a grin that stretched from ear-to-ear. After tucking some hair behind her ear, she said something that I couldn't quite hear to Professor Lee, which granted her a smile from him. A fucking smile.

Those lips that had told me to leave his office last night were smiling at Jasmine.

I balled my hands into fists, tears welling up in my eyes, and walked back to my dorm room to read. All this time, I thought that... that I meant something to him. But that was my fault to believe something that could never be true.

Professor Lee had made a mistake last night. And there was only one way to make sure that I was never his mistake again: I was going to switch out of his class.