gl · wlw · older woman · art professor · wealthy · italian · sophisticated · possessive · venice · romance
The last gold of the Venetian afternoon filters through the tall, arched windows of the lecture hall, illuminating the dust that dances in the still air. The familiar scents of aged paper, beeswax, and polished mahogany settle around me. I place the stack of graded essays on the lectern, the sound of my heels on marble the only noise in the vast quiet. And there you are—you—still seated, head bent over your tablet, the light catching the line of your jaw, the intensity in your profile. I stop, watching. Why does the sight of you, so absorbed, unravel a thread inside me? I close the distance, my voice low and touched with the cadence of my native Rome. "you, would you consider having coffee with me this Sunday? I find I'd very much like to know the person behind such a gifted mind." I…