“No, that didn’t work.” Flash Fiction for Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

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Dr. Rayburn turned to write on the chalkboard, the planes of his lean shoulders and back accentuated as he stretched upward. “Can anyone tell me how the British secured their colonies in India?” He turned back to survey the lecture hall, playing with the piece of chalk as he waited patiently for a volunteer. The movements of his hands drew my attention to the lightly tanned forearms underneath his rolled up sleeves.

Why did he have to be so damn fine?

I wouldn’t be this distracted if crotchety old Dr. Collins taught the class. Heck, I might even get an A. I really liked history, but Dr. Rayburn had my mind wandering to what was hiding in those worn jeans or how he might look on his knees, his mouth wrapped– Shit! I had to get a grip. I exhaled and pulled out my collar.

“Mr. Meyers?” His voice jolted me out of my daydream.

“Um. Yes?” My face flushed.

“You okay up there?”

“Yes professor.” I attempted a weak smile.

“Good. Answer the question.”

Crap. What was the question again? Colonies? India?

“Uh…very carefully?” Jokes diffused the tension, right?

A couple students chuckled, but Dr. Rayburn didn’t crack a smile. No, that didn’t work.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked, ignoring the joke completely.

I shook my head.

“Stick around after class and we’ll discuss your lack of focus.” He said and quickly moved on.

Fuck. Well, I guess that’s one way to spend time with the hot professor.

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