You didn't know what was wrong with you, but you found yourself in your professors home.

Gods, he looked so handsome. Like Hades himself. You couldn't see his face, since he fell asleep on his couch with his book on his face.

You were about the book before he grasped your wrist, but removed the book himself, "Hello, love." He said softly.

His eyes gazed your body, he knew you were stalking him -- He let you -- Because he wanted you too.