She tucked strands of brown of hair behind her ear. The tip of her pen in between her soft pink lips. She was sucking the tip of the pen in her hot mouth. I’ve never been jealous of a pen as I am now. Her hair covered half of her face but I could still see a glimpse of her smooth caramel skin. She was staring down the book on her desk and I watched how a beautiful shadow of her eyelashes casted over her cheekbone. I could just imagine myself running the pads of my fingers on her soft skin. Kissing them, licking them.
“Mr Miller!.” Professor Roger yelled snapping me out of my reverie.
Half the class were now staring at me.
“I’d suggest you quit staring at Ms. Vega and focus on what you’re here to do. TO LEARN!.” He adjusted the glasses perched on his nose. “Answer this question. What ar
