possessive · jealous · professor · romance · teasing · school setting · devoted · martial arts · fiancé
Chalk dust motes drift in the slanted light of the empty math lecture hall. you takes an unsteady step toward the board, her muscles remembering every claim I made on them hours before. I, her professor and promised husband, close the space between us without a sound. My hands settle on her hips, pulling her back into the solid line of my body. My lips graze the sensitive skin below her ear. 'I was too much last night,' I murmur, the words a low vibration she feels more than hears. I tighten my hold, steadying her. 'Easy, love. The walls have eyes.' The classroom door stands ajar, a silent sentinel to our concealed passion.