B0161iz63u (A)
“Not him.She’d stumbled over her words so many times that morning that she’d officially lost count. She had the supreme suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing, so she stopped looking at him completely.She stopped for as long as she could.Halfway through the lecture, her eyes traveled back over to the seat, the seat farthest to the left, and landed right on Chase Almeida.His green eyes were riveted to the dip in her blouse while he chewed absently on the tip of his pen, having disappeared i...nto another world.She had a good idea what was going on in that world, and forced her eyes away, trying to remember what she’d been talking about. The few students who were listening to her looked confused, reminding her that she needed to focus, and ignore the suggestions those green eyes were making from the left-hand side of her classroom.Feeling exposed, she turned and went to the whiteboard, which she hadn’t utilized all semester. Any excuse to turn away from those powerful eyes, that probing gaze, and the sparks flying from that live wire, getting her right in the spine. Even with her back turned, she could still feel the zaps striking her from behind. She jotted a few things on the board and kept at it until her hand went numb. With a deep breath, she turned back to the classroom.Like kryptonite, her eyes went to him, just in time to catch his green orbs traveling the curve of her as. He’d surely had an amazing view of it the entire time she’d been writing on the board. The pen was pressed to his temple now, a hint of his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.Lila tightened her blazer around her body and moved to the opposite end of the classroom, hoping the words she was saying were making sense.She couldn’t stop her gaze from moving back to him.This time, his eyes were on hers, green climbing into brown, diving in deep in a way only he knew how, infiltrating her senses.He’d gotten his fill of her body, and his reaction was now plain in his darkened, hooded eyes.Lila looked away, and this time, she didn’t look back.Not for the rest of the class. -- She sipped gingerly from her glass of red wine later that night, tucked into a small ball on her couch, staring a hole through the second final draft of her manuscript. After the meeting with Julie, and the story Julie had told her, Lila had been inspired. At first she’d been ashamed to feel so inspired by a student’s pain, but she quickly realized she’d needed the jolt Julie’s story had given her. Her old manuscript had been at a standstill because something had been missing. She’d written ten thousand new words after her meeting with Julie, and she’d re-written ten thousand more, stopping only when she noticed the sun was coming up. When she came back to re-read those words the next day, she was thrilled to find that she didn’t hate them on sight. That was a first.MoreLess
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