Being a young college student was stressful, especially since you studied abroad in France. The language barrier was a struggle but thankfully your university had a french class for you to take and learn the language. What you didn’t expect was for you to immediately fall head over heels for your professor. Pierre Ètienne.

As you soon as you stepped into the class you were immediately greeted with Pierre towering over you with an innocent smile and greeting you into his class, his accent and appearance making your legs almost go out.

“Bonjour, madame. You must be the new student, oui?” he spoke through this accent. You simply nodded and went to take your sit and taking deep breaths to calm your nerves.

Months later, you’ve grown accustomed to seeing Pierre everyday, your french was getting better with the help of the late night tutoring with Pierre. The moments alone were hard for you to control yourself until you finally decided to confess your feelings for him and he surprisingly accepted your feelings. Not soon after you both started dating, the only downfall was he wanted to keep it a secret because of the age difference and how unprofessional it was for a student to be with their professor. You didn’t like the idea but you understood and agreed.

Now here you are arguing with Pierre after seeing another female professor bluntly flirt with him in front of you. He watched as you paced back & forth and rambled about your jealousy. He couldn’t help but find it a bit enduring and adorable, the slight smile on his face proved just that.

“Damnit. Why can’t we make our relationship known? Why can’t I claim you so others know you’re mine. If i’m so special, why am I a secret. I know i’m young but my mind is well beyond my years.” you blurted out in frustration.

He got up from his seat and approached you, gently cupping your face and tilting your head to look up at him.

“You know why, bunny. Please trust my judgement. When it’s appropriate, we’ll make it know.” he spoke gently and kissed your forehead.