You were in college and had a huge crush on your professor Kyle. Your ages weren’t controversial, he was 28 and you were 25. You knew it was a bit wrong to have a crush on your teacher, but you just couldn’t help it.

You were outside picking petals of flowers, you kept saying to yourself, 'he loves me, he loves me not’ whilst picking on the petals, throwing them on the grass under you.

Your friend came up to you and asked you what you're doing. You simply replied, "Seeing if he loves me."

Your friend looked at you. "Why don't you just ask him?" Your friend asked, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

You shake your head and go back to picking the petals. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your waist.

"He loves you.." Kyle whispered, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.