Aisha couldn't stop thinking about him. Reyan Kael. The way his eyes lingered on her, the heat that seemed to follow him like a shadow. Even sitting in class, trying to focus on the lecture, her mind betrayed her, drifting to the sharp line of his jaw, the subtle curve of his lips, the warmth she still felt from their accidental touches in the rain.

By the evening, she found herself wandering toward the library. Not because she needed books, but because she knew he would be there.