I never meant for curiosity to turn into this.
Moving to New York for college was supposed to be my fresh start. New classes, new friends, new everything. But then there was him-my neighbor across the hall. Older, confident, always catching the light in a way that made it impossible not to look.
It was harmless at first. Just me, watching through my window, wondering who he really was. Until the first day of class-when I walked into my math lecture and saw him at the front of the room. My professor.
I should stay away. He's the one person I can't want. But every glance, every word, every text message we shouldn't be sending pulls me deeper in. The line between wrong and irresistible blurs, and I don't know how much longer I can pretend I don't feel this.
Because the truth is, I think he sees me too.