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mind, the most beautiful thing I would ever hear said about me. To me. And
for me.
My body wanted to turn, screamed at my head to allow it. But I knew that
if I did, whatever he saw on my face would change everything. Every single
fucking thing between us.
I’d … dammit. This man. He kept showing me how perfect he was. Kept
unveiling all these beautiful parts of him that made me giddy and dizzy and
hungry for more.
But I still felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at
an ocean that whirled in the same deep blue that colored his eyes. Would I
dare to jump?
“I fell in love with Daniel in my second year in college,” I said without
turning. Not daring to free-fall. Not completely. “I was nineteen. He was my
Physics professor. He was younger than any other member of the faculty, so
he stood out. Was popular among the body of students—the female section of
it particularly. At first, it was a dumb crush. I’d anticipate his lectures. I’d
maybe put a little extra care into what I wore and sit in the first row. But I
wasn’t the only one. Pretty much every other girl—and a few of the guys—
had been charmed by the dimple in his cheek and the confidence with which
he strolled across the room. Even when his course was one of the hardest
we’d ever had to study for.”
Aaron continued working the tension out of the muscles that corded along
my neck and shoulders. He remained quiet, and it felt almost as if—except
for his fingers—he had grown still too.
So, I continued, “Imagine my surprise when I started noticing that his
gaze would rest on me for a moment, just a little longer than on anybody else.
Or that his dimple would come out a little more often when it was me he was
watching.” My eyes closed as Aaron’s hands drifted lower, traveling down
my spine.
“Throughout that year, it all built up to a point where we would sneak a
few innocent touches in between classes or during tutoring sessions. It was so
… exciting. Exhilarating almost. He made me feel special, like I wasn’t one
more of the students pining for him.” I heard my voice drifting lower, lost in
the memory, so I tried to bring my tone back up.
“Anyway, we didn’t start dating until the moment I was through with the
two semesters his course lasted. Officially, publicly dating. Not on campus or
anything like that, but we’d go out like any other couple. He introduced