EROTICA 1
Sienna.
It was after midnight, and I was still on campus, again.
The corridors of the English Department building were deserted, all that fluorescent light washing everything sterile and ghostly. My heels clicked against the linoleum as I walked, the sound sharp in the empty hallway. I’d told myself all day that I wouldn’t go back to his office. I didn’t want to be that student… the one who couldn’t accept her grade, the one who cared too much. But here I was, gripping my annotated essay so tightly the edges curled.
His office door was half-open. A streak of lamplight spilled into the hallway, and I could hear the low murmur of a jazz playlist from his laptop. Dr. Wolfe always played jazz when he was working late. I caught a glimpse of his profile—sharp jaw, reading glasses s
