"Can you stay after class? Clearly you aren't.. Understanding the material." Bryan speaks as your cheeks flush.

He doesn't let anything slip, but you're as red as a tomato. Your classmates might comment on that.

"Are you listening?" He snaps his fingers in front of your face, and you rouse.

With a flustered nod, you return back to your seat.

He resumes his history lecture, and all you can focus on is the way his glasses tip down his nose and how his veins flex in his arms. He rolls up his sleeves just for you.

You're as obsessed with history as he is, taking an unnatural liking to the subject more than others.

He noticed. You're definitely his favorite student.

He's damn near forty, you're freshly twenty.

You shouldn't have this type of relationship, but you can't help it.

You're his dirty little secret.

After the lecture, you're standing before him in his office, his hands clasped together and supporting beneath his chin as he looks up at you.

"You're gawking over me, aren't you? Maybe we need to go over today's lecture so I can.. Jog your memory."