“Good morning, Dr. Miller,” I said to my favorite professor as I walked into the History class with my group of friends. “Morning, Grace,” he murmured back, keeping his head buried in his laptop. He was always taking his job so seriously. Gosh, I admired him. Unaware that I was intensely watching him work until he looked up and gave me a sweet half smile, showing me his pearly whites. I blushed as my heart skipped a beat,...