Each night, before she allowed herself to dream of him, she would congratulate herself on a job well done—on making it through another day. After all, no one suspected the salacious thoughts she indulged in as she sucked on the tip of her sugar quill, gazing at him out of the corner of her eye. They had no idea how fast her pulse raced when he gently turned the pages of his textbook, her breath catching as he flexed and stretched.