The Devil Wore Hazel Eyes

I came to Westford University to study the human mind.

I didn't expect to lose mine.

There was something about him.

The way his hazel-green eyes held mine a second too long.

The scent that lingered long after he was gone.

The feeling that every encounter was pulling me toward something I couldn't explain.

But Erick Anderson isn't the man he pretends to be.

Behind the walls of Westford lies a secret older than the university itself, and the closer I get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between curiosity... and obsession.

Some stories begin with love.

Mine begins with temptation.