It’s terrifying enough modeling for an art class in the city.
Then my professor walks in.
I’ve wanted my art professor since the day I met him. He’s so calm, so assured, so stern.
But he’s only ever been distant. Polite and professional. That all changes the minute I drop my white robe.
We shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t see me like this.
But I don’t turn back.
And neither does he.