I swallow, watching his lips move as they form words I can't perceive or hear.
The only thing I can focus on is the movement of his lips.
There is deafening silence in my ear in a room full of over fifty students. All staring at me as Art’s question comes to an end.
He smirks under his cap..” Professor..?”
Damn him for making ‘professor’ sound filthy…
I snap out of my public daydream.
“ Huh, can you repeat your question again, Carter?”
“ Sure, Professor.”
He drawls, his sultry voice making me feel as if we’re alone.
The murmurings begin.This is the second time I’ve asked him to repeat himself.
“ What I…..-”
It happens again.
My heart rate picks up once his lips start moving. I clench the pencil in my hand too tightly.
It snaps into two just as the
The bell goes off.
I exha
