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the first year it’s being offered here at U of T, space is limited, therefore I’ve been instructed to take a roll call. If your name is not on the list, I’m sorry, you’ll have to leave and see the registrar’s office about being added to a waitlist.”
    With that, he spends the next five or so minutes calling our names. I try to avoid getting trapped in his gaze again, but it’s useless. As soon as my name falls from his lips, my body responds by shifting forward as if his voice alone were enough to pluck me from my seat and deposit me wherever he might want me. When his green eyes land on my brown ones, I feel a warmth in my chest I’ve never felt before.
    This is gonna be trouble.
    “Ah, a name to the face, nice to meet you, Ellie.” He smiles and I know I blush, I feel it. His gaze settles on me a beat too long, but he’s quick enough to move on that I don’t think anyone else noticed. Other than Courtney, of course.
    “Jesus, Els, you hot for teacher or what? You two just totally eye-boinked!”
    “‘Boinked’? What are we, thirteen? And we did not.”
    “Fine. You completely and utterly eye-fucked.”
    “Shhh, we did not,” I whisper.
    “You so totally did. Captain Obvious and you had better be careful,” she clucks, all giddy.
    “You’re still drunk. You, my shitty friend, are hallucinating,” I hiss. “Court, he looked at you just as long.”
    “Whatever. I might be hung-over, but I know what I saw. Complete eye-boinking.”
    “Please. Enough. Let’s listen, he already thinks we’re idiots, I bet.”
    “Okay. I’ll drop it,” she relents.
    “Thank you.”
    “…for now,” she adds.
    Turning my head back to Professor Ryan, I notice that the lecture hall seems to have cleared out quite a bit.
    “Great. Now that’s done.” He places what I assume is the registration sheet on his desk, swapping it for a remote. Plugging a USB stick into the computer and pointing the remote at the overhead projector on the ceiling, he begins: “Please follow along with your syllabus as we go over the course, the projects, and any questions you may have.” He seeks my gaze one last time before pulling up a copy on the SmartBoard.
    “Ha! Told ya,” is whispered beside me, and I elbow Courtney in response.
    Yep. I’m in big trouble.

Chapter 6
    Ace
    S crewed.
    Done for.
    Finished.
    Finito.
    Fucked.
    Completely fucked.
    I need to get a grip.
    I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with the least seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk I didn’t foresee that could end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school.
    It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, and both with the same student enrolled who has me rethinking my decision to come here.
    Three words.
    Ellie Raine Hughes.
    They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and my first impression of Ellie—albeit unique—is not one I’ll soon forget. I’ve never had quite the “meet cute” as I did this morning—she is adorable. I swear to Christ, I thought my dick was going to spring out of my jeans when she settled into the seat in front of me in my Sexual Aesthetics class.
    First impression: not only is Ellie beautiful, she smells incredible, a mix of fruit and candy with a subtle vanilla twist, and I’ve never smelled anything quite so satisfying before. Don’t get me started on my thoughts when she took her sweater off. I’m curious to see if she’s actually a serious student or