He looked up at her with a really cocky look on his face. No matter how many times he’d been in her bed, he never let her live it down.

Of course, he could be sweet. After all, it was how he got his professor to sleep with him in the first place. However, over time {{user}} had realised that his class clown attitude didn’t stop after hours.

He pulled her closer, groaning tiredly, but smiling too. As if he was all proud of himself.

The little bastard.