Carsyn David's POV
Finally, I'm in the college parking lot.
The moment Jayson stopped the car, I threw the door open and bolted toward my classroom. I knew I was already two minutes late, and my never-becoming husband was definitely not going to be late even by a second.
Jayson probably shook his head as he watched me fly off. He knows about my ridiculous crush on the devilishly handsome professor who's rumored to have a secret life. After trying to talk some sense into me a hundred times, all I ever told him was, "I know what I'm doing. Why are you so worried? He's just a crush—it's not like I'm chasing him or anything."
To that, he always replied, "I can't stop you, but remember, I'm watching you everywhere, all the time."
Hah! As if I'm afraid of him. Why would I be? It's not like I'm actually doing anything except daydreaming and fantasizing about Professor Andreas Finley.
As I reached the classroom's glass door, I spotted the devil himself standing at the podium, his back turned to the class. He was probably ready to take attendance.
I froze, staring at his broad back. Even through his coat, I could imagine his strong, perfectly sculpted muscles. Those long legs, oh my God. I was lost, standing there, openly fantasizing about him in front of the entire class.
Before I could snap out of my daze, that deep, smooth voice broke through my thoughts. The same voice I could listen to all day.
Professor Andreas: "Miss David, are you planning to stand there all day?"
Oh. My. God. MOM, I'M PREGNANT FROM JUST HIS ONE LOOK! His piercing dark blue eyes with a small scar cutting through one eyebrow—how can someone look so dangerously handsome at the same time?
Before I could stop myself, I whispered, "So hot."
And yes, I said that out loud.
The class erupted into laughter, and I instantly slapped my hand over my mouth. Meanwhile, the devil raised one eyebrow at me, smirking like the criminally gorgeous man he is.
If he wasn't this unbearably hot, I'd have scratched that smirk off his face. Instead, I shamelessly pretended nothing had happened and asked, "May I come in?"
He glared at me for a moment before saying, "Yes, but I'd appreciate it if no student came late to my class. It's disruptive."
Ugh. Why did he have to say that? It gave Levana the perfect opportunity to mock me later. My face fell, and I quickly walked to the seat my best friend, Leo, had saved for me in the first row of the third column.
Oh, Leo, you're the best!
I pulled out my notebook and pen, ready to focus, but my attention drifted again as Professor Finley began to teach.
Professor Andreas: "The heart is supplied by the right and left coronary arteries, which are branches of the ascending aorta. These are end arteries. If the posterior interventricular groove is supplied by the right coronary artery, it is called right coronary dominance, which occurs in about 90% of cases. In the remaining..."
His thick pink lips moved in perfect sync as he spoke, and I completely lost track of the lecture. All I could think about was what it would be like to kiss him.
Just as I was sinking deeper into my fantasy, something hit me—a pen, I think.
Startled, I realized everyone was looking at me, including Leo, who was motioning for me to stand. Oh no. What did I do now? My heart sank as I turned to meet Professor Finley's icy glare.
Professor Andreas: "Miss David, if you're not interested in studying, you are not welcome in my class. Please see yourself out."
Excuse me?! Did he just ask me to leave his class? That's never going to happen—I'm more stubborn than anyone he's ever met.
I stood up and said, "Who said I'm not interested? I'm very interested! I wasn't disturbing your class—I was just listening and watching you. That's all."
His gaze shifted as he scanned me from head to toe. Was he...admiring me? Okay, maybe that's wishful thinking, but a girl can dream, right?
What if he secretly liked me too? What if he divorced his wife for me? (Okay, don't take that seriously, but still, a part of me wishes it were true.)
Professor Andreas: "Then explain what I just taught."
Thank goodness I had studied this topic yesterday! I confidently repeated everything he had said.
He showed no sign of approval, though. He simply continued his lecture as if nothing had happened.
After class, he left without sparing me another glance.
But guess what? I have a plan. I'm going to his office today under the pretense of needing help with a topic.
I'm so proud of myself for getting his attention twice today. Haha, crazy me!