The campus was awash with excitement as Amy Johnson entered her freshman college years. With long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, she stood tall amongst other newcomers, eager to learn and explore. Her curiosity led her towards the subject of Literature - an area she hoped would broaden her horizons beyond high school texts.
Inside the packed auditorium, amid the buzz of discussions and whispers, Amy first laid eyes on Mr. Thompson.
His magnetic presence commanded attention, even over the chatter filling the room. As he lectured on various literary works, something stirred inside Amy, a mixture of admiration and desire. The idea of uncovering the mystery behind those emerald eyes consumed her thoughts night and day.
Amy soon found herself gravitating toward her professor whenever possible. Whenever he held office hours, she made sure to be present.
Slowly, Amy heard whispers regarding Mr. Thompson's tutor sessions. Curiosity gnawed at Amy until she mustered enough courage to approach him.
"Mr. Thompson," she said softly, "I know you offer private lessons.
I wanted to ask if...if you could help me better understand some aspects of literature." "Of course, Miss Johnson. We can arrange a time suitable for both of us." This response ignited a fire within Amy's core, and her heart raced faster than ever before.
"How about tonight?" she ventured, biting her lip nervously.
"That should work fine," Mr. Thompson agreed, his tone casual yet laced with subtle promise. "Please meet me here later, and we can proceed to my office."
Later arriving at his office, stepping into the dimly lit space, she couldn't help feeling slightly suppressed by its quite atmosphere.
They sat opposite each other across a small wooden table. "So, Miss Johnson... What specific areas do you wish to delve deeper into?"
"I find myself drawn to the ideas of love, passion, and self-expression." Their conversation continued effortlessly, transitioning seamlessly from literature to philosophy. Soon, the sun dipped below the horizon. Mr. Thompson offered to escort her back to her dormitory. Amy agreed, gleefully.
As they strolled, Amy couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. Mr. Thompson's presence cast a spell over her.
When they reached Amy's dormitory door, Mr. Thompson paused, seemingly lost in thought.
Unable to resist the temptation, Amy threw caution to the wind and kissed Mr. Thompson fervently upon arrival.