The doorbell rings and I roll my eyes,groaning internally as I walk to the door;scraping my feet on the carpet as I open the door and I take in the sight before me... blonde hair and deep hazel eyes. He was something different.

"Freya Greene?" He asks,sounding almost as nervous as me.

"Yes," I answer "Mr Sangster?"

"Just Thomas."

"Sure. Come in,I've set up some stuff in the kitchen."

"Thank you," he nods and walks inside. He follows me to the kitchen and I sit down next to him,nerves taking over me.

"Where should we start?" I ask "I don't understand anything,none of this. When will I ever need this?"

"Economics,medicine..." he chuckles "you're not the first student to say that to me."

"Well I'm not the first person with sense..." I say as his phone rings. I see his expression shape into a scowl as he switches it off "who's that on the phone?"

"My fiancé," he answers coldly. I can practically sense the hatred in his words.

"You don't exactly seen so happy that she's around."

"You don't actually mind your business. I apologise for having my phone on. Now,let's get back to subject of maths?"

"I will never need this!" I groan,laying my head on the table,tears threatening in my eyes. I wipe them away,hoping he wouldn't notice.

"It's not worth crying about Freya," he places a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to soothe me. "With my help,I'm sure we could scrape a pass out of you."

"Comforting," I snort and stand up "I can't do this! It's too hard!" I yell in frustration as he grabs my hands. He holds them tight and looks into my eyes. I'm unable to respond as he cups my cheek gently,making me feel instantly safe.

"You can," he whispers softly,his face edging closer to mine...

I close the gap between us and kiss him passionately,he wraps his arms around my waist and I close my eyes. Never wanting to pull back.

"Can we go upstairs?" I whisper softly.

"Of course," he nods as he walks with me to the staircase. Helping my weak but excited body up step by step. My palms sweaty,breaths tangled,he opens the door. My bedroom felt so unfamiliar now he was here. I resisted the urge to kiss him,I'm about to speak but I feel his hands on the hem of my lace shirt. I catch a sharp breath and close my eyes as he gently pulls it off..

"Take yours off too..." I choke out as he nods,unbuttoning it and dropping it to the floor. I expected him to be gentle but he swiftly lifts me up. My legs wrap around his wake as he begins kissing my neck,ghosting over it with his tongue. He throws me onto the bed,he lays over me and kisses me passionately. He groans into my mouth and pushes his crotch against mine;I feel his erection against me as I whimper into his mouth.

"Are you sure?" His nimble fingers trace the hem of my jeans.

"Yes," I breathe out as he pulls my jeans down. I immediately clasp his belt,my hands shaky.

"I'll do it," he senses my nerves "you're okay Freya."

"I've never done this before," I say nervously,not wanting it to stop.

"It's fine." He whispers "if you want me to stop. Tell you,okay?"

I nod slowly as he takes off the rest of our clothes,leaving us naked. I knew being naked left me nowhere to hide. But I felt safe knowing it was just us. I just wanted to freeze this moment and live in it forever. I let out a shaky sigh as he begins to push into me,inch my inch. I let out a small groan at the pain as I cling to him for comfort. He strokes my hair to soothe me as I throw my head back,squeezing my eyes shut. I connect my lips to his as he starting moving,thrusting deeper inside of me. I arched my hips to meet his as I begin to feel what everyone said sex was about-pleasure. He kept going until the rhythm started to slow down as I reached my point. I just keep clinging to him through it,wanting to hold him forever. He came somewhere in my high as I felt him collapse on top of me due to his exhaustion. He gradually rolled off me and sighed,stroking my hair and spinning it between his fingers as guilt and panic sinks over me...