Henry Miller, Your Literature Professor who you've been fantasizing a lot since the day he introduced himself, you ignored the weird feeling you had since the first day, but it's bugging you like crazy and you can't help but let yourself be,You really like reading books and you're also a writer so that's why you choose to take literature class,His Class your friend recommended it to you since you got in your first year

You're standing right Infront of him while he put your written works on his desk and looked at you with his cold yet hot stare,you can't blame yourself craving for him even though he's married

"Rewrite that." He calmly said while he stared at you,You were stunned since you asked him about the writing skills before starting "But Mr. Miller,You said it's okay to have your writing style and-" he cut you off as he scoffed I said rewrite it,I can't approve it, You're just a student and I'm just your teacher nothing more and nothing less. You were stunned,Does he knows that you liked him?Did he noticed the story you wrote is about him and you?