Where We Met

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When I agreed to be an adjunct professor for a semester I never anticipated Savannah.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When she walks into my classroom I'm struck by her beauty. There's no way I can deal with seeing her three days a week.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's pure temptation.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>There's just one problem...I keep running into her.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>First it's our dogs getting tangled together on a walk in the park. Then I see her ex putting his hands on her when she repeatedly asks him to stop. Of course I step in.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I just need to keep my distance.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But there's something in her effortless smile witty responses... and those luscious lips. I feel my resolve weaken day by day until it vanishes.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now I'm faced with an impossible decision. My reputation...or following my heart.</strong></p>