1 Tension

The first day of exams, I could feel his gaze on me. The second day of exams was a litle different.

As he walked into the room and our gazes met, I could already feel the tension between us. As he started to call our names one by one to make sure we are all present, I could sense he was tensed.

When he called my name, I made a note in my mind of how he seemed satisfied that I was there. When the exams started and as he walked around the room to observe and watch over the students, he couldn't help but glance at my way. He did it so much that he immediately noticed the girl behind me, trying to look at my answers.

He stood behind me for a while. Minutes passed by and yet he was still there, watching as I wrote down my answers, almost leaning down so close that I could smell his cologne. I wondered how it would feel like if the back of the chair wasn't in between us but I focused on my paper, hoping to show him I could be smart as well.

He changed his place as he stood beside me instead and my heart leaped in joy as he subtly nodded, pleased with my answers as he read them but what he didn't know was, I was forcing myself not to smile or blush at his presence and approval. He puts his hand on the back of my chair and looked at his watch but for the rest of the moment, he was focused on reading my answers.

When the bell rang for a short break. I noticed how he quickly walked out of the room without telling us anything. I walked out of the room too with one of my classmates. After I used the restroom, my classmate and I ate our snacks in front of the classroom and there he was, talking to another professor who was in charge of the room next to ours. They were right at the door and I would glance at him while my classmate talked to me. In doing so, I caught the professor's hand on his arm, flirting as he talked with her. He ended the conversation shortly.

I excused myself from my classmate and walked to the door so I could enter the room. Walking past him, his gaze landed on me again and I looked at him but he avoided my gaze. He followed me in the room but he walked over to the teacher's table.

We were quiet as we waited for the bell to ring again but the tension between us was loud. As the exams resumed and he individually gave us the questionnaire, the more he came closer to where I was, the more my heart was pumping in excitement and anxiety.

As he stood in front of me to hand me my questionnaire, he handed it to me gently and as I accepted it, I panicked, causing me to drop the paper. He smiled a little but he quickly hid it from me as he put the paper on my desk. I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants.

The cycle began again. He was walking around the room until he decided to stop beside me, too close to me that my clothes brushed against his.

My breath quietly hitched when he puts his hand behind my chair. I accidentally dripped my pencil and he quickly helped me, intentionally rubbing our fingers together as he gave it to me. Then he retracted. He was afraid of anyone catching us so he went off to stood beside another student.

For some reason, it irked me how he leaned down to better hear my classmate as she whispered a question to him. He answered it with a smile but quickly I felt his glance over at my direction even as my gaze was on my papers.

Just a few moments before the exams ended, he stood beside me again and scanned my answers again, giving me hints that my answers were correct with his nods and glances at me. What I didn't notice at at first, was the reason why he went back to stood beside me.

My classmate who was sitting next to me was looking at me the way he did except my classmate's eyes were focused on my legs. He went beside me to protect me from him so my heart warmed up when I realized.

He looked at my legs and smiled a little as if mentally saying her legs do look good with those jeans.

As exams ended, he didn't want to leave my side but once he did, I noticed how he was quick to collect the papers. I stood up from my seat to collect my things as my classmate told me that we should go home together. Smiling at her, I didn't want to leave yet.

His gaze looked panicked as he watched me leave the room because I had no choice. I kept our eye contact as my classmate dragged me out of the room and he said, "It was nice to meet you. I hope you do well in your next semester."

Many thanked him and bid him goodbye but I felt his words were meant for me as he watched me leave the room, knowing we wouldn't see each other again once I do.

But at that moment, I didn't know what to do but to leave because if I don't then I would go up to him and flirt with him with my classmates seeing everything.

On the way out of the building, I lied to my classmate, telling her I forgot something in the room so she should go ahead. She was displeased with that as if she knew I was lying but I watched her leave and I turned back.

The hallways were almost empty now as I walked towards the room. Once I reached it, my heart sunk in disappointment when I noticed how deserted the corridor looked like, assuming he was gone as well.

But I still continued and my eyes widened in surprise and my stomach turned to knots as I entered the room and saw him, collecting his things as if he was also ready to leave. We were all alone now as our gazes met. I fumbled in my words when he asked me what made me come back, lying to him as well as I told him, I thought I forgot something.

To my surprise, he took out a pencil and walked over to me. "Oh. This must be it. Here, take it." He smiled at me and I accepted the pencil even if it wasn't mine.

The tension between us thickened as our fingers touched and my heart stopped for a second when he whispered, "This pencil is mine but don't worry, I know why you came back."I stopped breathing as he closed the door and locked it. "I thought I was losing my mind. I apologize for my behavior."

"You are professor, sir, and I am a student but I'm not your student and you are a professor at a different university." I stated, gaining more confidence as he looked down at me. "I am 21 years old so this is not weird at all."

He cupped my cheek in his hand and leaned down. "I'm really glad you came back...because I waited, hoping you would look back."

Our lips connected and I found myself gasping at how exhilarating it was.