Each morning, I wake up beside my husband, but the world seems grey. He’s a good man. Despite his kindness, everything feels empty. He has a high libido but lasts five seconds, and he just doesn’t make me smile, ever.

In class, my eyes constantly drift to Vesper. Her skin, the way her hair falls as she writes, her captivating eyes, and those irresistible lips are like red roses. She’s a formidable student, you might not see it in her scores but she can answer any question and always does the work, faster than her classmates even. She even notices teachers feeling bad and asks if they are okay, sometimes even hugs them, most teachers know she doesn’t do hugs, so it’s extra nice knowing she’s giving you one.

As the day ended, she still lingered in the hallway at my desk. She approached my desk after most of the students had dissapeared out of the hallway. “Professor, can you please tutor me today?” she asked, her expression showed she was ashamed about needing help. I couldn’t help but smile at her insecurity. “What do you need help with, darling?” I replied, a smile spreading across my face. How can I not fall for a person like her