Silk And Smoke

Harper Quinn is all soft edges and vintage ribbons - the kind of girl who writes love poems she never sends and spends weekends digging through record bins.
Nineteen. Bright-eyed. A little too curious. And far too drawn to the woman behind the desk.

Professor Vivian Wolfe is everything Harper isn't.
Forty. Composed. Cold. Draped in sharp suits and cigarette smoke, with a voice like velvet and a stare that cuts through excuses and innocence alike.

Their worlds should never collide - not outside of annotated essays and closed classroom doors. But literature has always blurred the lines between longing and taboo.
And Wolfe, for all her rules and red pens, starts reading Harper like a story she can't put down.

She was supposed to teach her restraint.
Instead, she taught her how it feels to burn.