Chapter 33 Wet For Teacher

• I was a woman possessed as I followed him out of the room, up a flight of stairs, and down a dimly lit hallway. He opened a door and entered an office—his office. Because he was a professor. My professor. When he shut the door, complete silence engulfed us for, oh, about 2.5 seconds. I broke it with my indignant voice.
• “You’ve seen him around campus?” I yelled, repeating what he’d said to me that very morning, just a few hours before.
• “I suppose we’re a little bit closer than that,” he remarked, a smirk on his lips.