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in real life as I had been in my daydream.
    Quickly stuffing my textbook and notebook into my bag I rose to my feet on shaky legs, and made my way unsteadily down the stairs.
    “Are you sure you’re okay? You look rather flushed,” he said, his voice full of concern though his eyes blazed with heat and dark hunger, making my center spasm with almost painful need. “I hope you’re not getting sick.”
    “No, I’m fine. It’s, err… rather hot up there. I think I was right under a vent,” I lied as I practically ran from the room.
    I was halfway down the hall when I realized that I had left my sweater draped over the back of the chair. I floundered for a moment in the quiet hallway, torn between my embarrassment and the need for my cardigan. A rumble of thunder overhead accompanied by a brilliant flash of lightning a few seconds later made my decision easy, but no less frustrating.
    Hanging my head guiltily and heaving a sigh of irritation I spun on my heel, walking reluctantly back towards the lecture hall. The lights in the room had been dimmed, and for a moment I thought that perhaps fate had decided to smile on me after all, and I would be able to duck into the room, retrieve my sweater, and run away like the frightened little mouse that I was.
    Looking up into the rows of seats I was confused when I didn’t see my sweater. Figuring that it had probably slipped off of the back of my chair I trudged up the stairs and began peering under and behind the seats. A soft cough from the doorway brought a fresh surge of heat to my face as I realized that I wasn’t alone after all, and that in my current position of looking under my seat I was effectively sticking my butt up in the air.
    “Fuck!” I hissed under my breath as I bolted upright, smacking my head on the edge of the chair in the process. Rubbing the throbbing spot on my forehead I turned to look down at the room’s other occupant.
    Professor Davis. Of course , I thought sullenly as I ducked my head and smiled sheepishly.
    “Did you forget something, Miss Parker?”
    “I thought I had left my sweater behind, but I can’t find it.”
    “I have it here. I assumed that its owner would come looking for it, or ask after it next week,” he said holding up the offending garment. If I never saw the damn thing again it would be too soon.
    “It’s raining,” I said lamely. I remained standing beside my seat, unwilling to close the distance between us. I was sure that he would smell the arousal on me and somehow know that I had spent the majority of class fantasizing about him touching me.
    What was happening to me? I’d always thought he was hot, had even fantasized about him once or twice in passing, but never anything as graphic or arousing as the thoughts that had been consuming me for the past few days.
    “Was there something else?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he arched that damned eyebrow at me again, my pulse jumping into my throat just at the sight of it.
    “No, I just came to get my sweater,” I prattled inanely, finally finding the power to move my feet, albeit a bit unsteadily. I walked down to the front of the room where he was holding out my cardigan in offering. Reaching to snatch it from his grasp I was barely able to hold back my plea for mercy from the gods when I realized that he was holding it up for me to slip my arms into the sleeves.
    “Allow me,” he said in a voice that was as dark and rich as my favorite bittersweet chocolate.
    Dropping my bag and purse at my feet I reluctantly turned around and put my arms through the sleeves. His fingers brushed along my shoulders making my skin tingle, while a shiver raced down my spine. I almost choked on my gasp at the touch of his hands on my hair as he pulled it out from under my collar and resettled it around my shoulders. Spinning to face him I found him to be the picture of innocence except for the devious glint in his eye. I would swear that he was toying with me,