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Seemed easier than what I was about to do. I sighed and opened my mouth.
“Sir, literature mirrors the human condition. It must address concepts of sex and sexuality, but I think that it’s been heavily influenced by how society tends to view sex.”
His eyes gleamed with interest. Okay, this wasn’t too bad. He made me feel like I wasn’t talking a whole lot of shit, for one.
“Go on.”
“So, there has been the age where the human tendency to procreate has been a motivating factor. But it isn’t by any means the only reason, or even the primary one.”
This resulted in an outbreak of snickers, and Professor Taylor’s smile grew wider. He was dreamy. Chelsea would call him McDreamy on the spot.
“Very good, Rory!” He nodded. “Sexual desire, even feeling it without acting on it, has been a recurrent topic in literature. It’s even motivated many of our favorite writers.”
“What do you have to say about Western thoughts on sex belonging to competing threads, though? There’s this line that considers it as polluting and dangerous.”
“The other thinks it’s creative and transformative.” I capped the front-row, sandy-haired boy’s interjection. He turned his head and grinned at me.
Was it just my imagination, or did that make McDreamy frown a little bit?
“Once again, both very valid points. Many works of literature have been banned for being too sexually aggressive for their times. The debate here is not whether sex is good or bad. It’s entirely different.”
I nodded. “It’s about what society views as the norm of the times.”
McDreamy met my eyes and gave me a very boyish grin that instantly made me go weak in the knees. How was he doing this?
How was he making me feel things I hadn’t felt outside of my regular forays into erotica?
I gulped.
“Stay back after class a bit, Ms. Sullivan. And, of course, you are absolutely correct. So, as young minds who’ve decided to take on the world, I suppose most of you must ask yourselves... what conflict would you choose?”
The classroom was listening with bated breath. Never had a discourse in literature been so dynamic or so interesting.
“What does that mean?” a ginger guy quipped.
“It means that no matter what route you take, you will be making a statement for or against the times, Mr. Garcia. You will always be influencing society, so, in my very humble opinion, it’s good to know what side of the debate you are on.”
“What side are you on, Professor?” This came from a long-limbed, platinum-blonde-dyed girl in row six. She wore the tiniest miniskirt I’d seen. Very chic, and also very telling.
I couldn’t help feeling resentful when McDreamy focused his eyes on her.
There were a few giggles across the room.
“I believe in making an impact. I am, by no means, conventional. And that is what my writing conveys. Love is something entirely dynamic. It can happen many times over.”
Suddenly, his eyes were gazing into my own once more. He was addressing the class, but this felt personal.Like he was talking to me.
“It is slow and fast. Hot and cold. It can undo you and bring you together. There may be a dearth of everything else in this world, but never love. One can never have enough of it.”
I couldn’t help it.
I blushed.
Not a lady-like, cute blush.
No, I went full renegade beetroot-red, right after it’s cut up and put into a stew. I could feel the color spread from my cheeks across my face.
Great.
