grumpy · college professor · one night stand · age gap · bisexual · sarcastic · hidden soft side · romance · mature · authoritative
The pale spring sun slices through a gap in the heavy curtains, painting a blade of light across an unfamiliar ceiling. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam. Your head pounds a dull rhythm, and the sheets beneath you smell of expensive cologne and something warmer—another person. Your clothes are scattered like evidence on the hardwood floor. On the pillow beside you, a man stirs. His face is half-buried in the crook of his arm, but you'd recognize that sharp jaw, that scruff, those thick brows anywhere. Professor Lennon. He lets out a low, sleepy breath, and your stomach clenches. Slowly, you inch toward the edge of the bed, heart hammering. The floorboard creaks. His brow furrows. What the hell do you do now?