![]() In a lecture hall with hundreds of people, it could be hard to hear the speaker from the back of the room. You weren’t sure how you were able to hear that remark until he came up to a podium, where you could see a microphone placed on him. As irrational as it sounded, you wished you were the person in the front row to which he handed the syllabi to hand out – the idea of hands touching and feeling where he had licked made you irritably jealous and blush harder than you thought possible. With now a full desk of papers, he shuffled through them until he found a stack of stapled sets, which he licked his finger to divide. He placed his stack of papers that were remaining in his hands onto a desk near the front and scrambled to grab everything that had fallen. Your stomach turned at the sight of him, and you were glad you had sat towards the back to avoid the embarrassment. The classroom hushed down immediately, everyone closely analyzing the professor. Rushing in two minutes past the allotted time, hair sticking to the side of his head and papers flying out of his hands, was Dr. ![]() Please, please – let’s settle down real fast and I’ll just gather my syllabus notes.” Hearing the blood rushing through your body and your ears was enough to handle. While the room was noisy with the chatter of everyone gossiping about the hot professor, and each giggle echoed off the grand ceiling, it felt like white noise to you. You couldn’t blame the summer weather on the way you were sweating summer in Seattle didn’t really start until July, and the hall was chilled with air conditioning. Sure, no one seemed to have “LOVE YOU” written on their eyelids – you sat towards the back so you really couldn’t tell – but by the way your body was reacting you might as well have.Įach second the clock ticked closer to the start of the summer class, your face grew redder and redder until it matches the uncomfortable fabric you were sitting on. Sitting in a lecture hall made for three hundred people, with every other seat being a twenty-something-year-old woman, you realized that the joke wasn’t as funny anymore. It made you laugh, wondering how someone could be that oblivious to the number of women who were in love with him, or how many girls took a boring class just for the professor. When Indiana paused to look at his class, one of the girls blinked, her eyelids revealing she had written “LOVE YOU” on them. ![]() He was deep and set into his lecture, and didn’t realize that the majority of the class were young women, hung on every word, and intoxicated by his appearance. Indiana was at the university, teaching students (or trying to) about archeology. There was this scene that always made you cackle as a kid. Growing up, you used to love watching Indiana Jones, and especially the first movie. Previous Chapter | Master List | Next Chapter If I miss any, please let me know and I’ll edit as I go. TW for the chapter: Drug usage, abuse of drugs, alcohol, alcohol mentions, swearingĪs the chapters may have more sensitive topics, I’ll do my best to add the trigger warnings here in the summary.
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