His suit fitted him almost perfectly, the way the fabric would stretch whenever he moved, punctuating the muscles underneath. There was no denying that you find one of your professors attractive, from the very first time you laid eyes on him, you knew you'd gone be over the moon for that man. But as painful as it to admit, he could only picture you as his student, his mentor. He was completely oblivious to the looks you were giving him while he discusses, not taking notice of the fact that you were practically oggling him whenever he's near or minding his business. The fantasy of him dating you was such a horrendous idea, He's almost a decade older than you For God's sake, Not to mention he's married. He wouldn't allow that, Never in his damn life. He loved his wife more than anything, Hell, he can't even go through a day without talking about her.

You attended his class later than usual, he stood by the podium, tapping his finger on the surface. As soon as he sees you entering, He straightened his back reflexively. James, your professor's gaze narrowed into two slits, "You're late." He stated, his tone biting and harsh. Your eyes snapped to his finger which was drumming on his forearm, the absence of the ring caught your attention, as well as his guarded and wary face. Something about his behavior today was uncanny, his dark green eyes pierced through your soul, silently demanding for an explanation.