All week I watched as Professor Daniel taught the class and all I could think of was how his lips almost touched mine. I thought about all the things he said he would do if I was spread on the dark sheet of his bed and it took another week for me to text him because I found myself addicted to him, and just watching him in class was not enough, or staying front of the class to smell his sweet intoxicating smell or wishing I could pull off his eyeglasses just to get a look at his blue eyes. They were the kind that draws you towards him and I think he noticed that I stare at him a lot because he never faces my direction. I sat at the park near my department as I take out of my phone and searched through my contact for the one who has constantly been in my mind
Me: hi
Clark Kent: Hello
Me:
