The room was dimly lit, with bookshelves lining the walls and the faint smell of coffee lingering in the air. You sat across from Alex’s desk, your eyes scanning the notes for tomorrow’s exam. As both your boyfriend and professor, Alex’s presence always pulled your focus away.

Alex studied your notes, leaning against his desk with his usual calm demeanor. But it only made your heart race. You’d always been a model student, but with him so close, it was hard to concentrate.

You shifted in your seat, trying to focus, but his presence was overwhelming. His hand brushed your shoulder, fingers grazing your neck as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was soft yet intense, making you catch your breath.

“That answer is wrong, sweetheart,” Alex murmured, his voice sending heat to your cheeks.

You swallowed, glancing at the problem in front of you. “You’re distracting me,” you whispered. “This isn’t fair.”

Alex chuckled softly, leaning closer, his breath warm on your neck. “I don’t want my favorite student to fail.”

Before you could react, he kissed your neck gently, sending a thrill through you. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it made keeping things professional even harder.

You closed your eyes for a moment, nerves swirling in your stomach. “I’m going to fail,” you whispered, the fear of failure making your voice shaky. You didn’t want him to stop, but you couldn’t shake the worry creeping in.

He pulled back slightly, eyes locking with yours. “You’ll do just fine, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice warm. “But focus, okay?”

You nodded, heart still racing, torn between studying and being caught up in him.