Hunt Me Softly

Chapter 5

Fucking-goddamn-shit.

I couldn’t believe it—an Ashcroft here—and it was… she was…

It was absurd. I could still feel the softness of her body in my arms. The warmth of her bundled in her coat, the silken tickle of her hair against my cheek, and the sweet, fruity notes of her perfume lingering in my nose.

Her expression the moment I saved her from that clumsy little fall stuck in my head; that sparkle of light in her earthy brown eyes, the slow curl of her one-sided smile, and the bow shape of her lips.

She was an Ashcroft.

She was at Kilbride University.

In my class.

She was my student.

And she would have to be mine–or at the very least, my responsibility.