Forbidden Desires.

just a passing interaction, a moment that

gining it as I don't usually go to office hours. If I'm

that leads to the office, not because I need hel

nto a quiet corner of the Literature building, the

here, and I hear his voice before I see hi

"Come in." His

The space is neat and organized, every book

s desk, eyes moving

n. "I had a few quest

he chair across

is gaze doesn't drop, but something

ng open my notebook. "You said in class that w

"That's

explicitly says what they want, but it's obvious in the way they act.

wavers and at the same time,

ays, slowly

d if they keep pushing boundar

ng back in his chair. "Th

ks, not long after, he clears his throat. "Was that

e a little of

jaw. "If you're done, you should go." He affirms

to leave, my fingers brush the edge of his desk

I know, this is getting dangerous, even

nter still lingers, and I te

st a game, a test to see how far I

me another chance to push an

lmost empty when

udents to still be here, but I

okshelves, skimming through an old novel for an upco

se throb. 'Professor C

ere better to be. He's wearing a dark button-down, sleeves rolled up as usual,

yet and I should l

each for a book, deliberately

the footsteps pause before shi

isle, his gaze lands on the fallen

ss," he

l up. "Or i

roe." He says with his

and careful, like it's a warnin

ent I stand, I realize we're standing too close. Close enough th

ine, unreadable. "You sho

ad. "Neither

down his face. "I don't have time f

ys it's

his expression, and for a second

, putting space betwee

I take a slow step forward,

aps I wasn't thinking right as I reached up j

tips against the rolled-up fabric,

ps up, gripping my wrist

e it hurts. Because it doesn't

ither of us move an

gain, voice rou

ten, but as I walk away, my skin still tingling

game anymore.'

k into class, I swear I can st

it was just a second, maybe two, before he

Cross doesn't look at me wh

ecture. And for a while, I think maybe I imagined it, maybe

in his voice when he glanced my way like he knows

and almost i

his tongue flicks over his bottom lip before he speaks. The way his eyes drag over the classroom before stopping

e ends, I don't leave righ

ke my time gathering my things, waiting until the door swing

ng a hand down his face. "

Just takin

somewhe

on't think yo

ing his arms. He looks tired, frustra

firm, but there's something else

just close enough to test

think he's going to do it, like shut it down

at moment, I know this isn't just me anymore as wha