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I wait for a response for a while and suddenly, he just stops typing and my phone starts ringing.. It is a f*****g video call and I am still dressed in the exact same clothes as earlier in class.
Shit! s**t! s**t!
Why is he calling me?
I run to my closet and throw on the first hoodie that I find and adjust the camera so that only my chin can be seen.
I pick up after taking a deep breath and bracing myself for the reveal.. I mean this is exactly what I wanted...confirmation.
Confirmation that indeed the man that I am so addicted to, the man that I fight to stay away from every single night is my new teacher.
I have to be ready, and I know that I am not ready right now!
I was just going to ask for a quick photo but my oh my! Hé is giving me something that I can not deny. Something better.
A chance to compare everything that I saw, live.
And so as nervous as I am, I pick up.
And there it is...
The same light blue dress shirt that was hugging his arms and just revealing how much of a masterpiece his body is underneath it. His hair looks exactly the same as when he walked out of class and now that I have seen it in person, it is hard to miss his face of concentration. He has that look on him right now.
"hey!" he says with a soft smile on his face and that voice? That voice is thee voice and I knew it!
Oh my god! I am screwed!
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