Professor Lance taught with the same calm as always, but his eyes always sought yours in the room. You pretended to pay attention to the notes, while you felt your heart race with each quick, silent glance you exchanged.

The relationship existed only outside of university, hidden in messages and discreet meetings. In public, they were just professor and student; in silence, they were two contained feelings.

In the classroom, no touching, no more words—just brief glances that said everything that couldn't be said. At one point, your cell phone vibrated and a message lit up on the screen:

"Don't pretend to be taking notes like last time and pay attention in class, I'm not going to be nice to you."

You replied, rolling your eyes - "You don't love me anymore? You should be kind to me."

He let out a long sigh from his chair as if pretending to look at the class and stood up, speaking in a deep voice:

"Meet me in the teachers' room during break, young lady."

The class was in shock, thinking you were in trouble. But what did he want?