A/N: I'M SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE LAST UPDATED THIS STORY!!! I can't promise you it won't happen again. Anyway... Remember when I said I didn't want to rush into anything and take things slow with this story? Well, I don't know how that worked out, haha. I hope you like this part.

Warning: cursing

Walking up to Professor Evans's classroom, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was about to happen.

You leaned against the wall next to the door leading to the classroom and waited until students started rushing out. When the largest wave of peole passed, you looked inside the room, seeing the professor talking with a student.

You walked inside, letting the door close as you started nearing the front of the class. Professor Evans glanced in your direction and sent you a small smile before finishing whatever he was discussing with the student. The student then thanked the professor and left, closing the door behind them.

You looked at the professor and he walked behind his desk, pulling a chair right next to his and inviting you to sit. You walked over to him slowly and sat down, setting your bag on the edge of his desk before turning to him. He opened up his folder and started searching through it.

"So... What did you do today?" He asked carefully, making some conversation to fill in the silence.

"Just hung out with some friends," you replied, looking down at your lap.

He hummed in response and made no further questions.

As he continued looking through different papers inside the folder, your mind wandered to what Carly and Dave had told you when you mentioned your little meeting with your English professor.

***

"He asked you to meet him in his classroom? Alone?"

You nodded.

"Oh, my God..." Dave sighed. "He's finally going to fuck you on his desk!"

"He totally is!" Carly joined in, laughing as she and Dave high fived.

You groaned and lied down on your bed. You placed your hands over your face and told them, "Fuck off, guys."

"But seriously, why would he ask you to meet him in private?"

"He wants to talk to me about my assignment. Apparently it's pretty shit."

"Really? Let me read it," Dave said.

"No," you laughed. "It's really bad."

Dave looked at Carly and placed a hand over the side of his mouth as if he could block his voice from you. "Wanna bet she wrote it badly on purpose?"

You rolled your eyes, picked up your pillow and threw it at him, something you seemed to do quite often.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she did."

"Seriously, you guys suck," you muttered angrily and sat back up, looking over at them to see them stifling their giggles. "He just wants to show me what's wrong with the assignment."

"Why would he do it in person, though?" Dave asked. "He doesn't do that with his other students."

"How do you know? And besides, maybe I'm just really bad and everyone else writes just fine."

"No," he said, very adamant to destroy your argument. "He sent me his comment via e-mail. And I had some problems with my writing."

"Yeah... Professors don't usually do this," Carly said, seeming very serious. "Oh, man... I wish Mr Feng did that..." She sighed dreamily and laid her head on Dave's shoulder.

"Ugh, you girls and your hormones..."

"Don't you dare, Dave," Carly warned, covering his mouth with her palm before he could continue.

You laughed as Dave licked Carly's palm which made her pull away with a squeal.

"Well, maybe I just seem like a lost cause and he wants to help." You decided to go back to the thing you had been discussing.

"No." Dave shook his head. "He just wants to fuck."

You walked over to him and lightly punched his arm before hitting the back of his head with the pillow you had previously thrown his way.

***

"Y/N?"

Your head snapped to your professor who was looking at you over his glasses. You let out a sheepish chuckle and shook your head in embarrassment. You apologized, looking back up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth. You just realized what he called you.

"Y/N?" You asked, smiling. "You've never called me by my first name before."

Mentally, your mind was screaming at you to shut up, telling you it wasn't that big of a deal but your body told you other wise. For some reason, having him call you by your first name made your body tingle all over and your stomach erupt with butterflies.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized. "It's just... Meeting after hours makes it feel less formal. As if there were different rules," he said quietly, eyeing you carefully.

You felt your face heat up at the tone in his voice. It sounded slightly suggestive but you pushed those thoughts aside and ran your hand over your hair. "Yeah, I get what you mean, Chris," You said with a small smile on your face. "I've heard people call you that. Chris suits you."

He smiled. "Thank you. I've grown pretty accustomed to it."

You chuckled and shook your head slightly. "So... what did you say?"

"I said you need to pay more attention to what you write. For example, there are way too many spelling mistakes, a lot of wrong usage of many words... I'm sure you can do better than this, Y/N," he said, resting his arm over the backrest of the chair you were sat on. "You wouldn't have gotten into College if you couldn't."

You nodded, trying to ignore the warm feeling of having his arm behind your back from distracting you. "Like I said, I've had a lot on my mind, Chris." You said his name slowly, looking him straight in the eye. His face was very close to yours, not as close as it had been the day it had rained and you two shared an umbrella but still he was very close. "I've been distracted."

"It seems like you're always distracted," he noted, looking down at the paper in front of you two. You followed his gaze and saw that he had highlighted some parts of the text. "You always seem to be in a whole other world during lessons..."

Yeah, a world where it's possible for you to fuck me on this very desk we are sat at, you thought, biting your lip to remain quiet.

"What's going on? Is there something I can do?"

Again, fuck me on this very desk we are sat at.

You shook your head and looked down. "It's fine, I just need to get a hold of myself. Fix this situation that's going on." You sighed, knowing you were mostly talking to yourself. You needed to make yourself believe that somehow, maybe saying it aloud would help...

"Sometimes you don't need to fix things," he said gently, tilting his head to meet your gaze. "Sometimes you just need to accept things as they are and... learn to live with them."

You lifted your head up to look at him again, seeing how his eyes were running over your features. Your cheeks warmed up under his gaze and you found your breathing hitching in your throat. You licked your lips that suddenly felt dryer and bit on your bottom lip, seeing his eyes landing on your mouth.

"Other times all you can do is give in..."

"Which approach do you think I should use for this situation?" You asked curiously, gulping as you saw his gaze moving back up your face, eyes meeting yours.

"It doesn't seem like there is much to fix..." He said quietly, shaking his head. "There's not much we can do."

"W-we?" You asked, barely making any noise as your nerves took the best of you. You had a strong feeling he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Chris placed his elbow on the desk, forearm resting on the wooden surface as he pursed his lips together. "Yes, we," he said quietly. "There's not much we can do."

You looked at his hand as you heard him tapping his fingers on his desk. You sighed, seeing the veins popping on his hand and swallowed thickly before looking up at him. He was already staring into your eyes and you found yourself leaning in closer automatically.

"There are a few things we could do," you said lowly, eyes widening slightly at the words that slipped out of your mouth. You hadn't planned on saying them, you hadn't even thought about them, they just fell out.

You saw a small smile appearing on Chris's lips and he chuckled. "Yeah, I can think of a few..."

You felt his hand inching closer to your arm and you watched closely as his fingers came in contact with your skin. You shuddered slightly, feeling them wrap around your wrist. You felt his breath fanning your neck and his forehead rested on the side of your head. You heard his breathing was a lot less calm than it had been a few seconds before, yours was the same.

You leaned into his touch, turning your head ever so slightly so your nose almost grazed his. You closed your eyes, feeling your whole body burning with the need you had for him. You had never gotten so close to him and now that you had, you didn't want to stop and backtrack.

"Y/N," he whispered your name, making it your new favorite sound in the world. "Are you sure you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him by pressing your lips against his, humming as you finally got to taste them. You had been dreaming of this moment for some time now, feeling his lips on yours and his fingertips on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his wheeled chair moved a little bit towards you, his hands landing on your hips.

You let out a sigh as you pulled away to breathe but before you could properly catch your breath, Chris already pulled you back to him, moving his lips against yours with such passion you were bound to melt in his arms.

His tongue pressed against your lips and you had no will power to prevent its entrance. Your will power had disappeared the second your lips touched his. There was no going back now, it was happening. You were kissing the man you had been fawning over for a while.

He placed his hands on yours and pulled you up from the chair, pulling you towards him so you could sit on his lap. Your knees made contact with the soft padding of the chair and you lowered yourself on top of him, hands weaving in his hair. You tugged on the strands as his lips moved against yours and he let out a moan.

Suddenly you were lifted off of his lap and placed on the desk in front of him. He pushed off some papers and other supplies off the desk as he stepped between your legs. He placed a hand in the back of your head and wrapped his arm around your back as he brought his lips on yours again.

Your hands ran down his chest and back up again, holding his face in your hands as he continued kissing you, making you yearn for more.

He moved forward, making you lean back and slap a hand on the desk for leverage only to push something off the desk and hearing the noise of glass breaking.

You pulled away, apologizing for breaking something but he brushed it off. Instead, he kissed your lips before moving down your neck.

Your arms wrapped around his neck once again and you turned your head to the side, glancing down at the object you had pushed off the desk. Your stomach dropped and suddenly felt your breathing stopping as you saw it was a picture frame. Not just any frame, a frame of Chris and his wife on their wedding day.

Your hands were quickly pressed on his chest and you pushed him away. He pulled back, a worried expression taking over his face. "Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked, placing a hand on your thigh which you just pushed away harshly and hopped off the desk.

You ran a hand over your face and let out a sigh of frustration. You took your belongings from the chair you had been sitting on. "I can't... We... We're not supposed to do this," you muttered, voice shaking as you circled the desk, lifting the broken picture frame and placing it on the desk. You looked up to see Chris's gaze fall down to the picture and in an instant, his worried expression turns into a guilty one. "I'm... Fuck!" You exclaimed, tugging at your hair. "I should go," you said and started running up to the door. Before you closed it, you glanced back at Chris who was now sat on his desk with his head in his hands. You quickly exited the room and slammed the door closed, running to the bathrooms in the fear of running into a teacher or another faculty member.

You went into one of the stalls, putting down the lid of the toilet and sat down. You stayed silent and frozen for a while, just staring ahead of you while processing what had just happened. Soon a couple of tears were silently rolling down your cheeks and you angrily wiped them off your face. You muttered a string of curses under your breath as your mind flooded with the images of what you had run out on. Granted, it had only been about a minute since it had happened but you could still feel the ghost of his touch and kisses on your body. And you were sure that wouldn't stop for a long time.