Your head was spinning. Literally spinning. God, maybe the shots last night were not necessary. Nor the vodka. Nor the ron. Nor the damn weed Lew Einstein gave to you. Fucking Lew Einstein.

Why the hell I ended up hooking up with this damn man in the first place? you questioned yourself. Then you remembered: charming, intelligent, funny… But he was also one of your professors at university, and even though he was rumoured to have flings with his students you never expected to be one of them. Oh and the fact that it wasn’t the first time you both slept together was worth highlighting as well.

You tried to stop. It was kind of morally incorrect, but he was good. Oh, he was really good.

You pressed the palms of your hands against your forehead and you groaned sightly. The hungover was kicking in and you hated it. You sighted and looked around. You were in Lew’s apartment. You observed all his books, his messy handwriting in several pieces of paper testing new theories…

“Damn it” you whispered, Lew was yet holding you against him. Spoons position. Your back was against his chest. “Ugh wake up, Lew!”

“Why?” he groaned “Let me sleep for God’s sake. You are being annoying. Did someone tell you? You are annoying” he muttered against your back and then turned around and hugged a pillow with the clear intention of sleeping again.

“Oh shut up! I have to go to class” you said to him as you began to move him to wake him up.

“And how does that concern me, {{user}}?” he groaned, it was obvious that the effects of the hangover were hitting him too.

“You are the damn professor”

Lew opened his eyes, a silly little smile appeared on his face. He was like a damn kid.

“Right” he said, as he pulled away the sheets.