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room and change into sweats before returning to the kitchen and plopping my books on the counter. I look through the syllabus of my classes as Jordan prepares dinner. She said she ate the meal I left for her when she came in this morning and that it was actually pretty good. However, I’m glad she is back to take over the cooking duties. I clean and she cooks. It’s a match made in heaven. Lord help me if I ever find a husband. My mind lands on Grayson again and I pinch my nose in frustration.
    “You have a headache?” Jordan asks.
    “No just tired,” I lie. Well not totally, I guess. “I think I’m going to eat and just show my face for a little bit before I turn it for the night.”
    “Fair enough,” she agrees. Tomorrow we only have one class as it is our short day. For me though, I have my marketing class in that building. His teaching day was today, but I am still anxious over the possibility of a run in.

    My phone alarm shrills in the distance and I nearly fall out of the bed trying to determine the source of the noise. As I wipe the sleep from my eyes, I become more oriented and realize that it is time for me to get up. I fumble around my pillows and sheets until I find my phone and turn off the alarm. I’m actually able to get ready before Jordan comes to get me up. That is an accomplishment in itself. I pull my waist length red tresses in a messy bun. I didn’t have the patience to dry it completely so, bun it is. When I walk into the kitchen, Jordan is sitting at the counter dressed and talking on her phone. I’m guessing from her now hush tones that she is talking to Trevor. I grab my travel mug already filled with coffee and a banana. Jordan gets up and heads to the door, never ending her call so I take that as my cue that is time to go.

    As I walk into the building that houses my marketing class, I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans. This building brings back so many memories. When I walk through doors, I am incapable of keeping my eyes from shifting to the second floor where Grayson taught. My heart rate speeds up and it isn’t until I cross the threshold of my class here on the first floor that I realize that I had been holding my breath.
    I look around the auditorium styled seating and quickly find a seat in the middle row. I hate being the center of attention so I quickly make my way there. We’re all waiting for the professor to arrive. It is now five minutes after the hour and students are beginning to leave — claiming the five-minute rule. The other half of the class, including myself, don’t want to chance it. Another ten minutes go by and you can tell the remaining students are starting to get a bit antsy. They’re checking their watches and watching the door with apt attention.
    I have just begun to put my things back in my messenger bag when the voice that has been intruding my thoughts comes from the front of the class.
    “Good morning, everyone. I’m Professor Michaels. Professor Grant had a family emergency this morning and could not be here.” No. No. No. This can’t be happening. This is my worst nightmare realized. “You chose to stay and it will not go unnoticed. I am going to take attendance so that those of you who stayed can get credit. After that, I will share with you a few additions to add to your syllabus before letting you all leave.”
    My heart is racing again. He’s standing in front of the class looking like a wet dream in his denim jeans and button down shirt. His inky black hair has grown out some and looks even more like just-fucked locks.
    “Amy Gaines,” he calls. Oh God, he is getting closer to my name. And then it happens. “Siobhan Gallagher,” he says stumbling over his words.
    His eyes begin to scan the classroom in his search for me. I timidly raise my hand. “Here,” I murmur. Our eyes meet briefly, but I can’t hold his gaze. My initial lust for him is replaced with anger as I recall all the memories that left me a heart broken mess. He