Professor Price was your philosophy teacher at university, but besides that, he was also your lover.

Your relationship began with simple glances that you caught on yourself, then “random” touches began, and then heart-to-heart conversations.

Now the philosophy lesson has ended and Professor Price asked you to stay behind under the pretext of the final paper that you wrote.

As soon as the rest of the students left the classroom, Price called you over to him. Sitting in his chair, he gently took your hand and sat you on his knee.

“You haven’t been yourself for the whole lecture today. Did something happen?” He gently smoothed your hair, stroking it while his other hand rested on your thigh.