Notes: wow, I have this chapter written for years and today I got a new review for this story so I decided to post it. I can't believe how long it took me, i'm sorry! and to NatHutch1996, yes, my character is based on Adrian Pasdar the actor, i love him! :D

Chapter 3

They both had lost the notion of time, their eyes still staring at each other. Adrian's lips curled on the right and he crossed his arms on his chest before to lay his back on the chair, bringing a smile on Livia's lips despite herself. She felt stress invade her organism as her heartbeats accelerated. She didn't know if it was the proximity of their bodies, ot just because his attention was focused on her, but either way, it made her feel incredible shy in a way she didn't seem to understand.

"How may I help you?" he asked.

There was something special in his polite words, adding to his laid-back personality that Livia couldn't seem to explain ; something she had never seen in anyone else... something she loved.

"Well..."

She was speechless. Not only did his eyes stuck on her made her motionless, but she also didn't know what to tell him. She had walked up to him, not thinking one second that she'd have to open her mouth. She knew very well that first impressions were a very important thing, and she felt extremely ridiculous now that she was standing in front of him. All she hoped was that he wouldn't think she was a freak.

"I just wanted to tell you that Litterature's History isn't something I find boring, or useless."

It was the first thing that came to her mind, and although she meant every word, she knew just how stupid she probably sounded.

"At least now I know I won't be preparing and giving this course for nothing." he grinned, getting up.

Livia smiled back at him and nodded slowly as he got closer to her. He bent over lightly and Livia tried to remain calm. His perfume filled her lungs, making her dizzy and she finally dared to dive her gaze in his once again.

He was even more gorgeous from closer, and she started dreaming about all the things he could tell her, now that they were so close they could touch.

"Thanks for rassuring me." he whispered before to move further. "And your name is?"

"Livia." she replied quickly.

"Well, Livia, I have to go." he said, taking his coat and putting it on. "But I'll see you in two days."

She nodded and forced her legs to move, turning around to face the door, but as she was leaving, the book she was reading at the moment fell on the floor. She bent down to pick it up and came face to face with him, once again. He took the book before she could and they both got up at the same time. Taking a quick look at the title, Adrian smiled and handed it to her.

"Charles Dicken." he simply said. "Very good book, are you done with it?"

"Not yet I can read fast, I just don't like to." she admited, raising her shoulders and looking at the book cover she now had in hands.

"Most people are eager to find out how it ends... why aren't you?" Adrian wondered with a frown.

"It's not that I'm not, I just need some time to understand the feelings, and live them." she said shyly. "I feel like I'm a part of them, and live their life. It's quite hard to understand."

Adrian grinned. She was nothing like the students he was used to teach to, and yet, he thought there was something incredibly special about her, something he wanted to discover. In some ways, it scared him, but it was also exciting to finally meet the kind of student he had always searched for, or it seemed.

"I can bet you're a writer." he said with a mischievous smile.

"That was easy, I study in Litterature." she pointed.

And he laughed, glad that she was able to put him back in his place when needed. Livia moved her head on the side, wishing he'd never leave ; that he'd always look at her in the same way he was at this moment.

"I'm interested in what you have to write." he said more seriously.

Her lips curled slowly, almost reaching her ears. She only let her older brother read what she had to write, and he was her biggest fan. Not only that, but he could also easily tell her what was good, and what was not, what he liked, and what he didn't, and he would never hide anything from her. His perspective was even better because he didn't know much about Litterature, except for the books he read, and to Livia, he represented the majority of the population ;; those who read for fun, or to get away from their life, just for some hours.

But her teacher was a different story, and she was scared to let him read her thoughts, fearing his disapointment, wich, to her, was ridiculous, since she had just met him. For some reason, he was different, and she wanted him to think the best of her, as selfish as it sounded.

"I'm not sure..." she said, although she was flattered by his interest.

"Do you write to keep it in a drawer, or do you want to be published?" he asked, half-smiling at her.

"You know it." she said, rolling her eyes with a smile.

"If you publish, people will read your stories." he continued.

"I'm not sure I'm ready yet." she admited.

She wanted to look away as shyness invaded her mind, rushing blood to her brain.

"There's a start for everything."

And he smiled to her, making her whole inside melt at his glance. He didn't know, but he possessed her completly... and she couldn't refuse him anything.