LYRA
I rolled my eyes. If only I would just black out and miss this part of my life, it would be a wonderful thing.
I sighed, leaning back on my seat and looking over Professor Lucien who was holding back his laugh as he watched the students fight over who would get to come up to the podium and ask him a question.
I scoffed. He is obviously enjoying this. It was like he heard me because he turned my way immediately. Our eyes crossed and he let go of the tight lip act, laughing softly before my eyes. The way his lips parted and the tender way they appeared, it made me gulp. They were slightly faded at the tip, like someone had bitten his lips when they kissed him.
That thought, it was a spark, igniting the feelings I had two nights ago because of the dream that seemed so real. I clench
