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The first time we met was at a party. Your ex arrived to show off the person he d left you for last month, and you asked me to
pretend to be your date. I was more than happy to help. You were attractive, smart and witty--and that kiss we shared? It left
me wanting you for days. The second time we met was in my office on campus where we were both surprised to discover you
were the new master’s degree student in poetry that I would be working with. You promised to be professional. I did no
such thing.The late nights and intense study sessions spent alongside you majorly throw me off my game. I want you, and I
fight with myself daily over this fact. I know I m crass, that my sexual innuendos and dirty mouth annoy you, but I live for
those two bright spots of color in your cheeks. If that s the only reaction I can get out of you, I ll gladly take it. You hate
Mondays so every Monday I slip an anonymous poem into your bag and your smile gets me through the week.I think I m
falling for you, and I know it s wrong. I know that I m only supposed to be the adviser to your program and nothing more, but
here s the thing. I think you re falling for me too.xo, Zach
xo, Zach