Jennifer's POV “Jennifer! Jennifer!” I heard his anxious voice, and that was when I jolted out of my reverie. I looked around me, and I noticed that I was still lying on the floor, and in contrast to my imagination, I didn't make out with my professor, but instead his back was facing me, holding a bathrobe for me.“Are you okay? Take this first so you can look decent.” He said it, and I scoffed in disbelief.How could he be more worried about decency in this situation?“I don't think I need another robe; I'm already in one,” I blurted, swallowing my pain as I tried to get up, but I found it hard to stand up, and I knew I needed to ask for help.“Erm—Professor, I think I will need a little help here,” I said, and I heard him sigh heavily before he turned to face me. I watched him stare at me hungrily, and I could swear that I saw desires in his eyes, but they left as quickly as they were there, and I thought that I could be wrong.“I'm going to pick you up, so you have to hold on tig
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