✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ I wanna love you but I better not touch, I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop, I wanna kiss you but I want it too much, I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

As Dr. Crane wrapped up his lecture on the properties of light, she started to pack her notebook and computer into her bag. She was eager to leave and get some fresh air after being cooped up in the lecture hall for the past two hours. The fluorescent lights and stuffy air were starting to give her a headache.

Just as she was about to zip up her bag and head out, she heard her name being called. Turning towards the front of the room, she saw Dr. Crane gesturing for her to come up to his desk.

“Do you have a moment?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth. She nodded, making her way to the front of the room as her classmates filed out around her.

“I’ll get right to it,” he began, leaning against his desk and crossing his arms. “You’re not doing well in this class. What’s going on?”

“I've been putting in the effort, but I think I might need some extra help to really understand the material,” she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Dr. Crane studied her for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. “I appreciate your honesty. I can see that you have potential, but you need to be willing to put in the work. How about we set up some extra study sessions to go over the topics you're struggling with?”