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"If my classroom is your playground, then your body is mine."
Dr. Zaain Kazem is a cold and routine Palestinian-Canadian professor with something to hide.
Adeola Adebayo is a sharp, international student running from a broo...
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141 Water Street #503 10:21 PM 13 weeks left of the semester, three days until online
I couldn't get over how she stared into the camera, her gaze shooting through the screen onto me. She couldn't see me but it was as if she could, for she knew just where to look.
Can I come over? She asked.
I tried to explain to her that it's not the right time, it's not appropriate was the terminology I used. It would be crossing a line, I argued.
Anything to keep her from coming over. The fact that her mind even went there astounded me. You want to come see me? Like, for real?
She wouldn't give up on it either, she really insisted on coming over. She practically invited herself.
I can be quick. She assured me. My heart melted at her sweet voice and candied accent. So alluring. I couldn't say no to that, I couldn't say no to her.
Oh, don't read me like that. You would do the same if placed in my position, don't lie!
Am I to say no to this double coincidence of desires?
I'm not a god. I'm but a man! A human man. Therefore, I am imperfect by design and I am simply too weak of a man to force myself to refuse such a rare vision of beauty. I am not capable of such a measure of control!
Those damn seven hundred and twenty pixels don't do her beauty any sort of justice and it bothers me more than it should.
While yes, she still looks drop-dead, it only shows a toneless 2D version of her. I don't like that.
It fails to show her depth. It flattens her.
She's so much more than her hair, her lips, her eyes. Oh, don't get me started on those eyes. To be gazed upon again by those rarities.
I melt into my socks just thinking about her eyes alone, imagine when she's actually here. I pray that I can remain a solid state of matter for the duration of the night.
I hear a rapid fire of light knocks against the front door. She's here already?
But, I haven't had time to find something decent to change into! Not to mention drinks or snacks.
"Just a second!" I call as I quickly pull a shirt on. I scan the living room, making sure everything is in order before opening the door.
When I open it, my heart immediately flutters, "Good evening, sir." she grips the strap of her bag.
Still so polite. Are you feeling shy, Adeola? So am I.
"Miss Adebayo, hello. You arrived rather quickly."
She looks up at me as if she's trying to read me or understand me, "Yes. So, where's your computer?"
"Right! It's in my study, follow me." I let her come in and led her to my study.
