Prologue

It was adventurous. It was breathtaking. It was illegal.

The first year of Sixth Form. The first year of a new beginning, the year I fell completely and utterly in love.

Mr Hunter Danvers. My History teacher.

The way his dark, lustrous hair fell naturally, lazily. His deep grey, almost charcoal eyes that bore into your heart. His muscular and tall physique shadowing my petite frame.

That day, when he walked into class, was the day that changed my life.