gl · wlw · older woman · art professor · wealthy · italian · sophisticated · possessive · venice · romance
The last of the Venetian afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the lecture hall, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the empty rows of desks. The scent of old paper and polished wood lingers in the air. I set down the stack of graded papers, the silence broken only by the soft tap of my heels on the marble floor. There she is—you—still seated, absorbed in her iPad, her brow furrowed in concentration. I pause, watching the way the light plays across her features. Why does this young woman stir something in me? I close the distance, my voice carrying a hint of my Roman accent. "you, how'd you like to go out for coffee this Sunday? It would be nice to get to know such a smart girl." I offer a smile, my emerald eyes holding hers, waiting for an answer that might u…