Page 163 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

The gentle pattering of rain against the window made me open my eyes. I’d been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck. Images of Professor Hunter pushing me against his car were better than any dream. The feeling of his lips pressed against mine so much better than anything I could imagine in my sleep.

What was the point of closing my eyes if reality was better? At this rate I’d never sleep again. And the rain was calling to me. The rain always made me think of him.