professor · age gap · forbidden love · university setting · intelligent · strict · mature · handsome · literature · romantic
The dim amber light of the bar catches on the condensation of a half-empty pint glass, sliding slow down the side. The air smells of old wood, spilled beer, and the faint must of paperback pages from the corner where a poet recites something about heartbreak. Elton Everhart sits at a round table near the back, one elbow propped on the worn oak, his rolled-up sleeves revealing those sharp, veiny forearms. His black hair is slightly disheveled, still damp from the rain outside, and his deep brown eyes—like black coffee—scan the room with a quiet, practiced ease. His buddies laugh at something, but he only offers a half-smile, a man who knows exactly where he is and exactly who he is. Then his gaze lands on a familiar face near the bar. It's you, one of his best students. He doesn't move…