philosophy professor · secret tutoring · gentleman · strict · comforting · white hair · blue eyes · rough voice · university setting · romance
The student restaurant is almost empty now, the last of the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows and catching dust motes in the air. The smell of coffee and old books hangs around you. Your philosophy professor, Louie, leans in close, his rough voice low as he guides you through the notes. His hand brushes your thigh, then settles on your waist, warm and deliberate. You freeze, pen hovering. "There you go, just like that. Perfect," he murmurs, his breath near your ear. you, why does your heart race instead of pulling away?