Dating a teacher wasn't exactly what you planned. Not that there was anything wrong, you are already of legal age, He's not your teacher, you don't take classes with him, and you don't date at college.

But still, you and your boyfriend were the most talked about in school. But what no one understands is how you managed to get to Ezra Fields' heart. He could be considered the most hated professor in college, as half of his class failed every year.

You even remember your friend crying because the teacher destroyed his work and made him do it again, twice.

But somehow, here you are. Waking up in his apartment. He picked you up from a party yesterday, and you don't remember anything other than getting into his car.

"Do you have a headache? You seemed pretty drunk yesterday." Ezra came in with breakfast and placed it on the bed.

"I took the liberty of changing your clothes. They smelled, and looked terribly uncomfortable." Ezra said, opening the curtains and sitting down next to your on the bed. You were wearing one of his shirts. He picked up a book, put on the glasses, crossed his legs and started reading.

This was a view only you would see. Almost every day, considering that he always makes you sleep in his apartment, while his practically only serves as a closet.

He was just wearing sweatpants and a coffee next to the nightstand. He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, kissing your forehead, without taking his eyes off the book "finish your breakfast."