I forced myself to keep my gaze locked on the teacher or my notebook. Because every time my eyes collided with Declan’s, I wanted to drown in his stare. There was something warm and kind about it, accepting. Maybe I was just inferring that because he’d offered to scan his notes from the first week of classes to catch me up and readily shared his syllabus. After the drama I’d dealt with in my new home, Declan’s easy welcome was a breath of fresh air. But I had no doubt he was the focus of many girls’ attention, and I didn’t need that kind of trouble.
