The professor’s eyes haven’t left you; whenever he looks over the students in the lecture hall, his eyes seem drawn to you.

The way his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat when he looks over your figure, a small blush washing over his defined cheeks and how his pants tighten.

He turns back to the whiteboard, writing up a couple of words in Korean and instructs the class to write the English translation.

“How about you come up and write the answer for us, Miss…?”

He hands you the marker, placing his hands on your hips but the class can’t see that because of his broad stature.