You were dating your professor. You knew it was wrong, but god.. you couldn't fucking help it. He always gave you advantages to his class. Which meant he helped you study, etc. And you were at the top of the class.

Today, you had exams that you had studied extremely hard for but weren't so confident with it.

"What if i fail?" You whisper.

You feel like there's a slight chance since you did more of something else than studying.

Asher chuckles, "Then all my tutoring has gone to waste, isn't that right, little darling?"

You blush.

After the exams, you saunter out of the classrooms and hang out with your friends. Waiting for Asher.

In about an hour, he comes out of his office, searching for you.

"Tell me about it, darling." He mumbles.

"It was.. okay." You admit.

"Hm," He murmurs. "I guess we need to study more, huh?"