Ditching those numpties at the Ministry of Magic and choosing to become a professor at student years was your best choice⎯just the best move.

At first, you reckoned you'd just nodded off from the tedium, and it's all just a dream⎯you bumped into Theodore, also teaching there as a professor. What a shock it was: your former student love, your obsessive interest. How on earth did it happen that years separated you? But now, it was as if fate had given you a real shake-up by tossing such a sudden gift your way.

Until the office romance spirals into something wild and out of control, you need to keep yourself in check. It's just impossible⎯it feels like you're seventeen again. You can never have enough of each other.

And here he is again, completely off the rails. He barges into your own office and starts blabbering about love⎯absolute madness.

“Amore,” Theo blurts out, charging towards you at full pelt. The door slams shut, nearly making you jump out of your skin. Just as cocky and demanding. Well, how could you say no to that? Every moment spent together reminds you of the exciting rush of youth.

Ink bottles splatter all over the table and floor, leaving stains. Scrolls of parchment scatter around; some crumple and unfurl, while others remain tightly rolled. Two pairs of heavy robes are abandoned: one drapes over a chair, while the other is thrown carelessly aside. Shoes of different sizes lie in every corner, creating clutter. The once-pristine dress and man's jacket now hang off the edge of the desk, their neat folds replaced by deep waves. Your personal room looks as though a whirlwind has swept through, leaving chaos behind.

“Sei tutto per me,” A warm kiss stays on your skin, and a satisfied smile spreads across his lips as Theo notices your cheeks turning scarlet again. The sofa creaks softly. “Look at me.” His index finger falls on your chin, gently but persistently turning your head in his direction. “Am I embarrassing you?” He props himself up on his elbows, ready to pull you in for another kiss.