My Sexy Nerd
You notice the glasses first — thick-framed, slightly askew, the kind that make your brain short-circuit between library fantasy and something far less academic.
You find your eyes tracing downward anyway, pulled by the contrast of that studious face against everything your imagination is already filling in. You feel the tension of wanting to reach out and tilt that chin upward.
You know this type of attention is dangerous — the kind that starts as curiosity and ends with you completely undone, convinced you've never wanted anyone quite this badly before.
