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Authors: Dawn Stanton
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thoughts when you only see them from a distance and they’re not giving you the best orgasm of your life.
Class passes by relatively fast and as a bonus, Professor Hanlon hasn’t called attention to me, in any way. As I begin to pack up my laptop, he makes an announcement.
“Students, please come up to my desk and pick up your graded poems on your way out.” Jeff and I grab our bags and make our way into the long line of students waiting to get their papers. As we move along slowly I can feel my stomach clenching with nerves; all because I will be near him . The closer we get to the front of the line, the more severe the nausea becomes. I sense the pull of energy between us almost as if we’re trapped in some sort of magnetic field. By the time I’m at the front of the line, I’ve broken out in a cold sweat and my legs are unsteady. I take a deep breath and look up at Professor Hanlon as he searches the remaining papers for mine. He’s wearing gray cargo pants and a black polo. The shirt is snug across his broad chest and shoulders and I notice a hint of a black tattoo peeking out the bottom of his short sleeve. I can’t make out what it is and I’m both curious and surprised that he has permanently inked his body. He doesn’t seem like the type. When I’m finished checking out his bulging muscles, I look up to find him smirking at me. He’s holding my paper in his hand, waiting for me to take it from him. How embarrassing that he caught my perusal. This will only make his over-inflated ego, impossibly larger. I reach out my hand and snatch my paper from his grasp without looking at him again. As I turn to walk in the direction of the door, I notice he’s written “see me after class” in red pen on my paper . This is the last thing I fucking need. In the name of self-preservation, I decide to ignore his note and instead, I walk out of the room.
I have a break for a while so I practically run to my car trying for a quick escape in case he comes after me. As I’m backing out of my space, he exits the building. I can see his eyes scouring the parking lot and if I had to guess, I’d say he’s looking for me. I’m closer than he realizes and by the time he notices me I’m shifting my car into drive. Gauging solely from the expression on his face, he isn’t pleased with me right now. Oh well, I have to do what’s right for me and that means staying away from him. If he needs to communicate with me, he can send me an email. To add fuel to the fire, I wave at him as I drive off.
***
I’m sitting on my couch, my glass of white wine in hand, enjoying The Vampire Diaries episodes that Hailey and I have DVR’d. I haven’t had a chance to watch any of them since this season began and I need to catch up on what the Salvatore brothers have been up to. It feels good to have the apartment to myself. Hailey is out for the night with Lee. I’m not sure how that came about but I’m glad it did. I take a sip of wine and savor the flavor on my tongue. I’m not a wine aficionado by any means, but I know which ones I like. I stick with what I’m familiar with. We drank a lot of wine in my house when I was growing up. My dad had a philosophy that if alcohol were available at home, we wouldn’t seek it out elsewhere. It seemed to work because none of my brothers or I have drinking problems...I just have relationship problems. That’s a depressing thought. I need more wine . I refill my glass from the bottle on the coffee table and focus on the television.
I hear a knock on our door and when I look through the peephole, I see it’s Professor Hanlon. What the fuck? It’s ten o’clock at night...what is he doing here? He knocks again and I’m so tempted to ignore it.
“Shelby, I know you’re in there. Let me in.” He sounds angry and that doesn’t make me eager to invite him inside, but I have a feeling the situation will escalate unless I do. I unlock the bolt and
Class passes by relatively fast and as a bonus, Professor Hanlon hasn’t called attention to me, in any way. As I begin to pack up my laptop, he makes an announcement.
“Students, please come up to my desk and pick up your graded poems on your way out.” Jeff and I grab our bags and make our way into the long line of students waiting to get their papers. As we move along slowly I can feel my stomach clenching with nerves; all because I will be near him . The closer we get to the front of the line, the more severe the nausea becomes. I sense the pull of energy between us almost as if we’re trapped in some sort of magnetic field. By the time I’m at the front of the line, I’ve broken out in a cold sweat and my legs are unsteady. I take a deep breath and look up at Professor Hanlon as he searches the remaining papers for mine. He’s wearing gray cargo pants and a black polo. The shirt is snug across his broad chest and shoulders and I notice a hint of a black tattoo peeking out the bottom of his short sleeve. I can’t make out what it is and I’m both curious and surprised that he has permanently inked his body. He doesn’t seem like the type. When I’m finished checking out his bulging muscles, I look up to find him smirking at me. He’s holding my paper in his hand, waiting for me to take it from him. How embarrassing that he caught my perusal. This will only make his over-inflated ego, impossibly larger. I reach out my hand and snatch my paper from his grasp without looking at him again. As I turn to walk in the direction of the door, I notice he’s written “see me after class” in red pen on my paper . This is the last thing I fucking need. In the name of self-preservation, I decide to ignore his note and instead, I walk out of the room.
I have a break for a while so I practically run to my car trying for a quick escape in case he comes after me. As I’m backing out of my space, he exits the building. I can see his eyes scouring the parking lot and if I had to guess, I’d say he’s looking for me. I’m closer than he realizes and by the time he notices me I’m shifting my car into drive. Gauging solely from the expression on his face, he isn’t pleased with me right now. Oh well, I have to do what’s right for me and that means staying away from him. If he needs to communicate with me, he can send me an email. To add fuel to the fire, I wave at him as I drive off.
***
I’m sitting on my couch, my glass of white wine in hand, enjoying The Vampire Diaries episodes that Hailey and I have DVR’d. I haven’t had a chance to watch any of them since this season began and I need to catch up on what the Salvatore brothers have been up to. It feels good to have the apartment to myself. Hailey is out for the night with Lee. I’m not sure how that came about but I’m glad it did. I take a sip of wine and savor the flavor on my tongue. I’m not a wine aficionado by any means, but I know which ones I like. I stick with what I’m familiar with. We drank a lot of wine in my house when I was growing up. My dad had a philosophy that if alcohol were available at home, we wouldn’t seek it out elsewhere. It seemed to work because none of my brothers or I have drinking problems...I just have relationship problems. That’s a depressing thought. I need more wine . I refill my glass from the bottle on the coffee table and focus on the television.
I hear a knock on our door and when I look through the peephole, I see it’s Professor Hanlon. What the fuck? It’s ten o’clock at night...what is he doing here? He knocks again and I’m so tempted to ignore it.
“Shelby, I know you’re in there. Let me in.” He sounds angry and that doesn’t make me eager to invite him inside, but I have a feeling the situation will escalate unless I do. I unlock the bolt and
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