you could feel her eyes on you, you could feel them practically devouring you, even as she taught, even as she walked in front of the board, explaining whatever she was teaching, you couldn’t hear anything, all you could focus on was her eyes on you

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize about your professor late at night with your hand down your pants.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have it bad for professor matthews

you’d didn’t even realize the bell had rang until you felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned your head up to see your professor standing over you, hand in your shoulder and a slightly seductive smirk on her face