Her fingers tapped on her phone screen.

In the empty classroom, the AC, and Amanda's screen tapping were the only sound that filled the air.

He was late.

This was very typical of Professor Grayson.

Ah, you are here! A deep voice aired through the room. Amanda immediately stopped playing on her phone.

She turned to him, pouting. Oh, you love making me wait, don't you, Professor?

Her voice laced with sarcasm.

Grayson squinted his eyes at her as he stepped through the doorway, his briefcase in hand.

Grayson was hot for an older man, dark eyes and salt and pepper, wavy hair, a hint of stubble.

Amanda had always had a crush on him.

So when they started meeting secretly after hours in the classroom, Amanda couldn't believe her luck. Their sessions meant everything to her. No one made her feel like he did. His expression didn't falter, locking eyes with her.

The intensity made Amanda's breath hitch. May I remind you, you were the one who insisted on

after-hours classes despite my schedule, Amanda. He set his briefcase down and turned back to her

with a deadpan look. If you're in a hurry, leave. He offered. Amanda rolled her eyes,

pulling herself from the table. Oh, I'm not in a hurry. After all, I'm a studious student.

She tilted her head, giving him one of her cheeky smiles. His eyes that saw right

through her made her heart race unhealthily. Grayson's gaze didn't waver as he stepped closer.

Studious indeed, but only when you choose to be.

But lately your focus is elsewhere.

Yes, I have been distracted.

She admitted, voice soft as her eyes dropped to the floor.

Tell me why you're here, Amanda.

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