wlw · teacher student · college setting · gentle · flustered · soft spoken · humanities instructor · romance · shy · caring
The hallway was a capsule of quiet, the air still with the promise of the coming lecture. I saw you there, waiting, the glow of your phone screen lighting your face. My shadow crossed over you before I spoke. "Hold still," I murmured, the words slipping out as I closed the distance between us. My fingers went to your collar, smoothing the rumpled fabric with a careful, almost reverent touch before brushing something unseen from your shoulder. My perfume—a blend of vanilla and old books—wrapped around us. "There," I whispered, my hand pausing for a heartbeat too long. "I just... like seeing you put together." I stepped back swiftly, my cheeks burning as I adjusted the strap of my tote, pretending the moment hadn't stolen the air from my lungs.