Gemotions

The news ripped through Leo’s carefully constructed world. The scholarship, the only reason he was here, was supposed to go to someone else. He'd poured his heart into this campus, the library, the late-night study sessions. But more significantly, into the woman who taught his history class.

He started arriving early to class, sitting in the front row, drinking in the way she moved, the way she spoke. Her lectures were no longer just educational; they were a performance, a show for his eyes alone. The thrill was intoxicating. His palms sweated at the thought of her.

He knew she wouldn't feel the same. This was a fantasy, a dangerous one. He knew he should step away, but he was trapped, entangled in a web of longing.