I think about what it would be like.
I’ve cared for you and have had interest in many ways and levels, but it all started as sexual chemistry.
I remember the first day you walked into the class I was actually awestruck.
You were and still are the most attractive man I have ever seen in my life.
Your smile, the line of your jaw, your piercing eyes. You spoke, you laughed, you made silly jokes and made light of the material. I was so incredibly taken by you. I still am.
I left every single class of yours wanting you in every way possible.
When I had you four times a week it was basically torture.
I used to put all my focus into thinking about what would happen if we ended up together.
But, more excitingly…what if your lips met mine? What if you touched the small of my back or brushed my thigh with your fingertips. It would be electrifying. It would be addicting. I wouldn’t want it to stop. I would want you to touch me wherever you wanted to. I wish more than anything for this to happen. It would be literally the best thing I can ever imagine happening.