The Virgin's Teacher

His kid is amazing. He gets it from his dad, obviously. And I'm falling dangerously fast for my professor ...

I wasn't looking for anything but a little escape that night, okay? Not even looking for that, really,

but my roommate Annie dragged me out to prevent me from combusting into nunhood.

How was I supposed to know he'd be on the dance floor?

What were the chances that the next day the same Adonis would walk into the class I'd just signed up for?

Not a good idea, Hannah.

But there was no escaping the attraction. My common sense ... just ... poof.

And then he asked me to babysit his kid.

Like I was going to say no to an adorable 7-year-old. Or to the chance to spend time with his dad.

Yes, I know; bad idea all around.

We agreed we were going to keep it totally professional.

That was doable, right? WRONG.

'Doable' was Austin Parks, along with kind, funny, a great dad, an amazing teacher ...

So how did Mr. Amazing end up breaking my heart into a million smithereens? And can I ever forgive him?