“Mr Bridger I-“ He cuts me off and shakes his head, standing in front of me. Hands placed on the table likes it's an interrogation. “Damon” he says directly at me, eyes staring into mine. Right. “Damon” I smile up at him, writing part of a math equation down. “Is- Uhm-” I clear my throat awkwardly, pointing to words in the textbook. “We both know you didn’t come here for me to pick your brains on Math equations , y/n. I know what you want" He says suddenly. Veins popping up as he clutched the corner of the table. "You know I want it too, I see the way you look at me in class.” He looks oddly flushed about that, he just admitted what I didn't expect. “Yeah but can you h-” his hand comes off the table and out to cup my chin. "You agree?" His head tilts in question, eyes squinted slightly. He is the most good looking professor my eyes have ever pointed out. But he can't confess that to me as my professor and tutor for a subject I hate so much to even say the name. It’s normal to have a crush on a teacher and think everyone does. But isnt it a bit odd for the teacher to crush on you too? or atleast admit they do?