Unhinge Me Read Free

call me Caleb.”
    The other girls in the class whispered to each other. Shit , he thought to himself. That was not the way to keep the professionalism.
    Alex’s cheeks flamed. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. When she’d looked up and realized Caleb was the professor, she’d panicked. She cursed herself for not bothering to pay attention to who the teacher was for the class. She considered leaving right then and changing the class, but this was her last semester and she didn’t want to mess it up.
    The class seemed to last forever. Alex kept her head down as much as she could and, when it was over, she gathered her things quickly. She heard Caleb quietly call out to her as she started to leave and she looked up to meet his eyes. She paused, tempted by the look on his face, but she couldn’t bring herself to go to him. Regretfully, she ignored him and left.
     

     
    The rest of semester wasn’t much different. After trying to talk to her a few times, to no avail, Caleb gave up, knowing it was probably best that way. She was a senior, and her gap year made her older than his other students, but she was still a student nonetheless, and that made her untouchable. He tried to settle for admiring her from afar. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Now that he’d seen her hair out of a ponytail, he saw it was long and naturally wavy. He couldn’t tell in the florescent lights of the classroom, and it was too cloudy the first time they’d met, but he could swear it had auburn streaks through it. It looked so soft, Caleb had to resist reaching out to touch it when he got too close.
    However, having her in his class only made him more attracted to her. Being a professor of poetry and literature was not easy, and most students who took his class did so from obligation and not because they were actually interested in it. He knew it could be boring, and sometimes even bored himself with some of the required teachings, but, for the most part, he actually enjoyed teaching poetry. He could tell from her papers that she shared the love of poetry with him, and most Thursdays it felt like she was the only one in class.
    There was just something about Alexandria, something that pulled him toward her. It had been a long semester so far, and avoiding her was getting harder and harder. He knew it was stupid and ridiculous, but he still looked forward to the days she was in class. He felt like a fifteen-year-old boy with his first crush.

 
     
     
    Alex sat in one of the back stadium seats of the big classroom. She had to admit, Caleb’s poetry class was one of her favorites. She tried to tell herself that it is only her love of poems that made her enjoy the class so much. Poetry had always been important to her. Her father used to read it to her all the time as a child. Instead of Dr. Seuss, he’d read her old Walt Whitman poems for bedtime stories. His love of poetry rubbed off on her, and when she saw this class, she knew she had to take it. But if she was being honest, the real reason why she was really enjoying the class so much was probably Caleb. She had been so upset with him for not telling her he was a teacher that day two years ago. But as time went on, she thought less about that and more about their connection. There was still a part of her that didn’t trust herself around him, and the last thing she wanted was to do something to jeopardize graduation. So, she tried to ignore him and just get through it. It wasn’t easy, though. She caught herself sneaking looks at him often, and caught him doing the same.
    Dressed in casual clothes, he looked so tall and muscular. His hair had grown longer and was a mop of unruly dark waves that looked like he never had time to deal with, but it always looked perfect anyway. His steely blue eyes were sometimes hidden beneath nerdy glasses that just made him look smart and sexy. And then there was his voice. It was so unnaturally low and deep, yet tender,