To be fair, she’d discovered months ago that she could find her crush in any crowd, big or small, with very little effort; a garbage superpower, only eclipsed by her ability to make daily lists of tasks she never completed. It helped that Alejandro liked to sit in the upper tier as well, and usually in a place where Deja — and unfortunately Toni and Marie — had an unobstructed view of him. And what a view.

Alejandro was standing. While Deja watched, he pulled the strap of his artfully worn and stylish leather satchel over his head. Deja swallowed a lump in her throat when his vest lifted the tiniest bit to expose his button-up denim shirt — a look she was certain no one could pull off except him — tucked into his jeans. The fabric pulled taut over his stomach, and she swore she could see each ripple of his abs, or at least the abs she’d imagined there on more than hundreds of occasions. He leaned over to place his bag on the table in front of him, and Deja’s eyes lifted to his face. Her fingers flexed on the table in front of her, and then his eyes lifted and crashed into hers. He held her gaze as he stood straight and began to take off his suit jacket, slowly. But maybe this was just Deja’s brain once again stretching this moment out so she could take everything in for perfect masturbatory recall later, like tonight.

She didn’t know what to make of the fact that Alejandro watched her watching him as he pulled his jacket from his broad shoulders, but she didn’t care to dissect it since he looked so good. He had every bit of her attention — and probably half of the room as well — as he neatly folded his jacket over the back of his chair and unbuttoned the bottom button of his vest.

Deja heard someone sigh, and her face heated again. She was certain that sigh had been hers. And then her sex clenched. This was the single most erotic few seconds of her day — hell, maybe even her week — and it was happening in full view of faculty from across campus. This was worse than pathetic.

She should have been ashamed that he’d caught her staring at him twice in less than an hour, but this wasn’t exactly the first time that had happened. Thankfully, he never confronted her about her staring — maybe she was better at hiding her lustful thoughts — but god, it was embarrassing, not that her hormones could differentiate between the heat of embarrassment and arousal at this moment.

When he finally looked away to pull his chair out and sit, Deja exhaled long and loud, as if she’d been holding her breath through that entire ordeal. Because she had.