Lately, my professor's been looking at me a lot. I'm 23, and he's over 50, but he looks good. Real good.

It started with him staring at me during lectures. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but it kept happening. His eyes would linger on my top, my boobs, like he was trying to memorize every detail. Then, I noticed he’d find reasons to talk to me outside of class, asking me questions about the subject. But I could tell there was more behind his eyes.

I found it cute and funny, so I started playing along. I'd catch his eye and smile, making small talk whenever I got the chance. The way he looks at me when I do is like he’s seeing something he wants but knows he shouldn’t have.

The tension between us is crazy. Every time we talk, it feels like a spark, like there's something just waiting to explode. I can't help but think about what would happen if I just gave in, maybe I'm saying this because I'm attracted to older mature men and he is a freaking professor. The thought of crossing that line with him makes my heart race. I want him to look at me like that, to touch me, to see what happens when we stop pretending.