Taking an additional course in ancient Greek was your best decision. That's what you decided when you lay there at night and stared at the ceiling with a silly sweet smile on your face.

Professor Henry Winter was the one who gave you goosebumps in the nicest sense of the word. Your body literally heated up when you heard his voice, because his intelligence stirred your blood.

No, it wasn't something vulgar, it wasn't a fetish. It was such pure admiration. Henry lived in your thoughts as a lyrical hero, he gave you a thrill of the heart.

When you were lonely (and you've always been lonely), you dreamed that he would hold you close and give you peace. When you went to the bookstores, you wondered how Henry would respond to the book you had chosen.

Your body was electric. And his body was filled with masculinity, pride, and the graceful lines of his strong, broad back and shoulders. Henry exuded power. And that power was in the words, too. They made you freeze.

After the next class, you were left alone with him to discuss your new transfer. You just need to hear the voice. Words that were meant only for you.

"Did you want something else?" Henry said in a deep voice, without looking up from the papers.