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Daniel's brows furrow as he flips through his graded paper with a deep frown when he sees all the red ink. So many mistakes, so many stupid mistakes. All which he could have avoided if he had actually paid attention, if he had actually focused on his assignment and not on a stupid dating site that's slowly consuming his thoughts, his life.
A site that he went so far as to download the app! Because yes they have an app and yes he actually uses it because there's one person who makes his stomach knot and his aching heart to twist. He feels so pathetic, yet so ridiculously smitten.
It's a problem.
"Alright class," his professor begins.
Daniel looks up and tries to pay attention.
He really tries.
So. Damn. Hard.
But he can't.
Half way through the lecture he starts day dreaming again, starts thinking about everything.
He thinks about his life, the one not currently revolving on a potential catfish on the other side of his screen.
No.
He daydreams about what could be, about his career, about what he wants for himself, what he wants for the rest of his life.
He knows that what he wants is to be recognized. He wants his shitty little crime novels to be published and read and praised. He wants to be a best selling author who writes what he wants, when he wants, where he wants. He wants... so much more.
He wishes he could skip the hassle of school and just be done with it. Wishes he could walk down that invisible aisle and get his diploma, so he can do whatever the hell he wants.
Thing is, he knows an English degree will get him nowhere. He knows his chances of becoming successful are slim. Just like the person next to him who wants to become an actor, or the girl in front of him who wants become the next Picasso.
And maybe that's why he's doing this whole dating thing. Maybe he wants to see if he can find a sugar daddy that can maintain him and his dreams, can pay for the ton sh*t of debt he's already in.
It almost seems like he's found one too.
His name is Brennan.
To be precise, his name is Dr. Brennan.
And he's absolutely nice, kind, and obscenely sweet. Not to mention smart.
Daniel bets his soft golden skin is warm, and he bets he smells like vanilla too.
The most mesmerizing thing about Dr. Brennan, though, are his eyes.
His gorgeous blue-green eyes like the deep, deep sea.
Daniel swears he can get lost in them, he can just stare at the man's profile picture for hours on end and just swim in those cool orbs that pierce his soul.
Just the thought makes his heart beat a little faster.
And no, he's not in love.
But he is crushing.
He's crushing ridiculously hard on a man he doesn't fully know.
Because he thinks he found Mr. Perfect.
And man, he can't begin to compare himself to him.
He feels like he falls short if he ever stands beside a man like that.
Yet he can't help but wonder why Dr. Brennan messaged him first?
"Mr. Daniel!"
Daniel snaps out of his thoughts, his sweaty hand resting on his phone in his pocket.
"Professor?"
"I asked if you could read paragraph 56."
Daniel scans the page, blushing when his neighbor helpfully flips it for him and points at the block of words.
"Yes, of course," he nods.
He clears his throat and gives his classmate a small thankful smile, "Aristotle was an ancient Greek philosopher and scientist-"
He'll think about everything later.
Much later.
When it's dark out and it's just him.
When it's him and his thoughts and his right hand.
His breath hitches mid-paragraph and he swallows thickly.
Yeah, much, much, later.
- Writer
