Everything in my life is an experiment. Something to study.
Even this—my attraction to the psychology professor.
I’ve never had a crush before. Never wanted a man so badly my stomach aches. But here I am at 22, with long-dormant parts of me coming alive.
The professor is dry. Distant. Difficult to read. And though we move in the same circles, he still keeps me at arm’s length.
That won’t do. Not when I have all these new sensations, new desires to study in myself.
He’s always saying we should seek knowledge.
Well, I’m about to know him.