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this guy manage to make me revert to the emotional state of a teenager in under a minute?
    What am I, a silly giggly little girl? By all rules of nature and in the spirit of maturity, it shouldn’t be allowed!!!
    I raised my head again, feeling more comfortable about meeting other people’s gazes as I felt my cheeks returning to their normal state. Never having felt particularly attracted to the opposite sex, I felt the impact of this sudden allure even more acutely.
    I was at once determined to defy the attraction I felt, an attraction so powerful that it frightened me. To feel this strongly about a man I had never met face to face and to whom I had never spoken even a word, went against my better judgment. This kind of hormonal enslavement I would never accept, I thought savagely.
    For one and a half hours, I sat in class, my shoulders aching more with every endless minute that went by.
    I was so tense, trying to ignore Professor Chambers while at the same time trying to follow his lesson ― a task not easily accomplished ― that I would probably need a whole week worth of massages to get my muscles to relax again.
    Not in the least inferior to his amazing looks, his deep calm voice had a mesmerizing sensual quality to it that threatened to pull me under.
    As if in a daze, I got through class somehow, catching bits and pieces of the lesson, vaguely noticing in a remote corner of my mind that Professor Chambers’ attention wandered at times, his gaze sweeping distractedly over the students, as if in search of something or somebody, seemingly growing nervous by the end of the lesson.
    I had kept a low profile all during class, sitting behind a row of girls which had kept me hidden throughout the lesson. Once the lesson was over, I decided to take my time and wait until everybody had filed out of the auditorium.
    Carefully keeping my back turned to everyone else, I slowly put away my pencil case and pad and put on a good show of roaming through my bag in search of something important. When I could no longer discern any noises around me, I got up, grabbed my bag, and headed toward the door.
    I got within two or three steps of the door leading to the hall, when Professor Chambers suddenly stood in the doorway facing me. It seemed he had already left but had turned back for something.
    I wanted to run and hide, but hiding wasn’t an option anymore as he had already noticed me standing there. I could have hurried past him into the hall ― the door was certainly wide enough for two people to pass each other ― but that would have meant coming physically closer than I felt comfortable with.
    Desperately fighting the urge to look at him, I stood my ground, gazing at the floor … and lost the fight.
     
    Our eyes met.
     
    His were the prettiest shade of blue I had ever seen. I felt hot and cold at the same time. A chill ran down my spine, and flames erupted, setting my body on fire.
    Rendered speechless, I stared at him, feeling terribly awkward and shocked beyond measure.
    His face was the mirror image of mine; it was obvious he was at a complete loss for words.
    Gradually, as my body got over the most recent shock of sensations, I became aware of the same strange feeling I had experienced earlier in class. Closing my eyes briefly, I could again sense the peculiar stream flowing between my consciousness and … the consciousness in front of me. There was an undercurrent of violence to it. Like the violent pull that had taken hold of me before.
    My eyes snapped open, staring unbelieving at the stranger opposite me. My mind was blank. I couldn’t think straight anymore; couldn’t wrap my thoughts around a concept so utterly alien to me.
    What the hell was going on? I didn’t believe in such things! I couldn’t even explain what ‘such things’ were! I didn’t have the slightest inkling of what any of this meant, nor how to deal with it. Hadn’t I come to this class in order to get some answers?
    It was supposed to get