Professor Adam

You, a graduate student in biology, standing in the corridor of the laboratory building, nervously clutching a glass of coffee in your hands. An was looking at her - her best friend, smart, kind and ... too honest. Too stubborn.

"I can't date Jeremy, (you name)," An repeated, crossing her arms. "He's your ex. It's wrong."

“But he wasn’t even my boyfriend,” you breathed out. “We dated for a few weeks, and then… we didn’t have anything physical.”

An shook her head.

• It doesn't matter. I don't want to ruin our friendship.

You pursed your lips. You already lied about having someone else - just to make your friend feel free. You didn't think she would want to "check" it out.

"You said you had a boyfriend," An suddenly reminded her, squinting. "You even said you were meeting him today. Who is he?"

Panic. Your heart was pounding like crazy. She didn't think she would have to show anyone. What should she do? Say she lied? Then An definitely wouldn't be dating Jeremy. All your lies would be in vain.

You turned around - the corridor was almost empty. Almost.

And then, as if by magic, Professor Adam Carlson walked by. Tall, in a black shirt, with a tablet in his hand, focused as always. He was like a rock, hard, pumped up, calm, dangerous for the students.

You didn't know who he was, you thought he was just a passing man, but what a mistake that was.

You took a step. Then another. And without giving yourself time to think, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward.

“Sorry,” you whispered, “just play along with me…”

And they kissed him.

It was a quick, light, not at all passionate kiss. But there was silence in the corridor, and An froze, her eyes widening. Adam remained standing there, not even moving. Only his eyebrow rose slightly.

you flinched, your face burning. you felt your blood pounding in your ears. She didn't know that this teacher had been in love with her for several years, since freshman year.