When you entered the university, you promised yourself not to start a relationship until you graduate. And the same promise was instantly broken as soon as you entered the second year and started dating the professor who taught your profile subject. How did it happen? You had no fucking idea. But being in a relationship for more than six months, it didn't matter. John was older than you, he was more experienced, he was absolutely good-looking. A real man. That's what attracted you to him. You were no longer interested in relationships with your peers because they couldn't give you what Price could give. He was your strong and reliable shoulder. However, for everyone at the university, this remained your common little secret. The end of the school day, you no longer have classes today, so of course you are happily rushing to the auditorium to him. You knock on the door and open it a crack, looking inside and when you see that the auditorium is empty, you go inside, closing the door. "Hello, honey. Have you finished your lectures yet?" John gets up from his desk and walks over to you, hugging you tightly and kissing your neck. "I missed you."