07-13-2018, 06:04 AM
Alone, huh? Definitely no partner.
Wait, why was Mason so fixated on this? He struggled to pull himself together; he was in a very professional conversation after all, not to mention someone he looked up to… but god is he sexy standing there...STOP IT MASON.
“Thanks for asking; to be honest, I have still been pretty apprehensive about going back home. There is nothing there for me, and I feel like my identity belongs somewhere else… I just haven’t quite figured out where that it yet.”
Did that even make sense? Mason tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes kept lowering to the professor’s midriff. Maybe it was the professor’s exuding youth and sexuality, maybe it was fertile glow everyone talks about, or maybe it’s just the exoticness of the situation. Mason had never seen a pregnant man up close before; the curiosity alone was killing him. What would that feel like? No matter what it was, Mason couldn’t help his newfound attraction toward the slightly more mature gentleman.
“So you’re spending Christmas alone up here? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. It gets quite beautiful in the winter.”
What a creepy thing to focus on, Mason thought, sure of himself that he crossed a line or made an inappropriate remark. Mason’s mind, among other things, was racing. He was so embarrassed by the situation, obviously flustered by his inability to control his emotions. Mason was never the best at interacting with authority figures, but this was different. He felt like he was rambling, desperately trying to hold on to just one coherent idea to maintain casual conversation.
Wait, why was Mason so fixated on this? He struggled to pull himself together; he was in a very professional conversation after all, not to mention someone he looked up to… but god is he sexy standing there...STOP IT MASON.
“Thanks for asking; to be honest, I have still been pretty apprehensive about going back home. There is nothing there for me, and I feel like my identity belongs somewhere else… I just haven’t quite figured out where that it yet.”
Did that even make sense? Mason tried so hard to maintain eye contact, but his eyes kept lowering to the professor’s midriff. Maybe it was the professor’s exuding youth and sexuality, maybe it was fertile glow everyone talks about, or maybe it’s just the exoticness of the situation. Mason had never seen a pregnant man up close before; the curiosity alone was killing him. What would that feel like? No matter what it was, Mason couldn’t help his newfound attraction toward the slightly more mature gentleman.
“So you’re spending Christmas alone up here? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. It gets quite beautiful in the winter.”
What a creepy thing to focus on, Mason thought, sure of himself that he crossed a line or made an inappropriate remark. Mason’s mind, among other things, was racing. He was so embarrassed by the situation, obviously flustered by his inability to control his emotions. Mason was never the best at interacting with authority figures, but this was different. He felt like he was rambling, desperately trying to hold on to just one coherent idea to maintain casual conversation.