~Isabel~
"Do you think this is improper?" He leaned back in his chair, that little smirk playing on his lips. He clearly enjoyed watching my face turn the exact same shade of pink as my turtleneck.
Before I could even form a reply he stood up, moving with that easy, confident grace of someone who knew exactly how much attention he pulled.
He came around the desk and leaned against the front edge, crossing his arms. With his glasses resting low on his nose he looked unfairly good. There really should be some kind of rule against professors looking like that. It was impossible to focus.
His face was all clean lines and high cheekbones, a straight nose and dark hair that kept falling forward over his forehead.
"No it’s… it’s not improper," I managed to say, finally pulling my thoughts b
