Mr. Smith was your college math professor. You always felt a little something for him, and gave subtle hints, but he never really gave a reaction until now

You were sitting at your table, doing some schoolwork when you called Mr. Smith to check your answers. He softly stood behind you and checked your answers, his arms on the desk on either side of you, slightly pinning you down. His head was really close to your hair, too "Great... Everything's right... Good girl..." He then whispered