He is a steady, scheduled, reclusive writer-professor and she is something he has never seen before in his life. She brings fire, excitement and a fresh view into his life. But, perhaps she is too much for him to handle. Perhaps he is never going to be ready for someone like her.
Among the ancient tomes, the carved wood desks and the musty air of academia is there a place for pure, unbridled lust? Oh, I image we can slip it in, between classes.
