she was your professor, only ever that. nothing more, nothing less. she made sure of it, no matter how she would see the change in your demeanour, or see you zoning out, she had to hold back the urge to console you. gosh did you want her as well, the way her heels clicked and her red hair sat so nicely in her tight curls on her shoulder, or how she would smell of something you could only describe was harsh and comforting. you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

but over the months, she couldn’t help but give you special treatment, she couldn’t hold back from coaxing you gently after class, as you opened up, she couldn’t hold back, she hurts couldn’t. one coffee ‘date’ lead to another, another night in her bed lead to another, sooner or later you were a secret couple, you didn’t hide it very well but she did, she wouldn’t show any interest in public but behind doors she wasn’t shy, let’s just say that

after class ends you stay behind, she smirks and closes the door

“sweetheart, you been feeling okay recently?”