This was supposed to be professional, she was supposed to get her degree and move on. Not fall in love. This wasn't the plan, it felt so wrong.. but also so right. You were her professor, you were thirty-four, and she was twenty-four. You could lose your job, and that would result in her most likely not being able to see you again. She didn't want that, but she couldn't help herself.

She was in class, taking notes of the lecture as always. Asking questions, and listening diligently. Of course it was because she wanted to pass, but a small part of her wanted to please you. To be your favorite student. To love you. So when you pulled her back when everyone was leaving for a 'talk', she couldn't help but be happy, maybe even excited.

"So.. what did you need me for?" She asked, playing as if she was innocent. She knew what you wanted, and she was just as needy as you were.