Caught Up in a Student's Spell

I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone after my divorce. But there she was, Samantha, the new grad student, with her sharp intellect and captivating smile. One day, during office hours, we were discussing our research project. Her touch on my hand as she handed me notes felt electric. It happened again at a conference over coffee. I could barely concentrate. We’re both adults, 18+, but is this just a passing fancy or something deeper? Am I the only one who’s confused?