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know,” I say, tilting my head at him, “I didn’t expect a philosophy professor to be very interested in science.”
    “I may be a professor of philosophy,” he says easily, giving me the kind of smile that makes my heart flip over in my chest, “but I’m a student of everything.”
    Wow. If Leo had ever said anything like that to me, maybe he’d still be my boyfriend instead of on the way out.
    I give a slow smile, and our gaze locks into something different.
    Something intense.
    My smile disappears and the heat rises in my body.
    Now I’m wondering how I managed to forget, even for a moment, just how delicious this guy looks, or how I managed to forget this ‘guy’ is my professor.
    If he weren’t, I would probably try to make this moment play out differently.
    But he is.
    So I get up and tell him good night. I leave feeling the ground underneath me starting to shake.
     

     
    A couple weeks into the semester, the girls and I are lying on the grass on the main quad. It’s a large area the size of two or three football fields, with pathways leading to the various buildings on campus. The grand, colonial-style administration building is down the quad from us to the left. The social sciences building is across the way, and Old Main down the way to our right.
    We’re under our favorite tree, the library behind us, working on various homework assignments and taking frequent breaks to chat and snack on our stash of treats.
    I’m lying on my stomach, working on my reading assignment for biochemistry and enjoying the gorgeous weather. Just as I’m downing two Pringles in one bite, Sam says, “Holy god. Is that a student or a professor?”
    I have a feeling I know who’s she’s talking about before I even look.
    Yep. There he is, in all his glory, walking from the administration building towards Old Main.
    He looks even better outdoors and all sun-shiney.
    I need serious help.
    I’ve had four more classes with Professor Brooks (not that I’m counting) and have spent exactly four of them trying not to drool all over my desk. I keep thinking it’s going to get better, but if anything it’s getting worse.
    At first, he was only a distraction during class, when he was right in front of me and I couldn’t help but think about him. Now it’s gotten to the point where he’s invading my thoughts at unexpected times all during the week.
    In the hours leading up to his class, I feel the anticipation of it all throughout my body. An anxious, delicious, tingling sensation. Like I’m feeling right now.
    I know it’s an obsession. It has to be. It’s bound to pass eventually, but that can’t happen soon enough. It’s starting to feel like torture.
    “That’s my philosophy professor,” I say, in as neutral a voice as I can manage.
    “Damn,” Chloe says. “You did not tell us near enough about that professor . ”
    I feel so guilty and embarrassed about my obsession with Professor Brooks, I haven’t even confessed to my girls. And I tell them everything. But I can’t bring myself to admit just how much he’s gotten under my skin. I feel like a ridiculous school girl.
    We all check him out appreciatively as he walks across the lawn. Sam’s pulled herself up into a sitting position and is practically drooling.
    “How in the hell are you resisting that one?” she says.
    I snort, as if I’m appalled by her suggestion. As if the heat’s not climbing in my body right now.
    “What?” Sam asks. “That’s the perfect way to get over Leo.”
    “I’m okay about Leo.” The break-up had been short and not too emotional. We even ran into each other at Subway the other day and it wasn’t that awkward.
    Sam shushes me. “I’m giving you a golden reason. Come on, take it.”
    “Did you miss the part about him being my professor?”
    “Maybe I should take him then,” Sam smiles and I tense up. “If it weren’t for the blazer. I mean, what’s up with the blazer? Why does he dress like that?” she