Im In Love With My Professor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something unforgettable. “I never thought I’d love slow sex so much…” He cuts me off with a firm tone. “Don’t call it sex.” My eyes fly open, and I look up at him. His gaze is sharp yet soft all at once. “It wasn’t just sex, Iva. It was love. Pure love.” He brushes his thumb across my cheeks, his eyes fixed on me. A smile spreads across my lips. “It was heaven.” His arms tighten around me instantly. “Oh God, Professor… I could love you like that all day.” He places kisses across my face, my cheeks, my nose, my chin, until I’m laughing breathlessly.

I didn't let her finish before cutting her off. “You think you were the only one who had it rough?” I asked, my voice raising a little. “I was hurt that you were using me and funny enough Jethson doesn't give a f**k about you or anybody!” The door to the classroom and the professor entered, I turned to my laptop. Breathing heavily while Immy sat down quietly. Once class was over again, I hurried out the class ignoring Immy’s call. I entered the midst of a crowd of students and bumped into someone, “Florian?”

Yaar Riya, you are crazy, how can you go to a stranger's house like this and you are great, you are even bathing in the bathroom of that stranger's house". Thinking all this, my mouth remained open and that top slipped from my hand and fell down. I stood there like a statue. Then I controlled myself a little, and another voice came from my mind. "I agree that we have slept together once but I don't know sir, I just know that he is a professor in my college. And apart from this I don't know anything about sir, yaar!" I came out scared and saw sir was making dinner, he put one plate towards me and went to the other side and sat down and started eating dinner. After dinner, he pointed towards a

“I love you, and I mean it. I did not buy the little trick you used today.“ I sighed angrily. “Professor, I told you clearly that there can't be anything between us. Can you please respect my decision?“ He was silent for a while before he sighed. “Mia, all I want is just a chance. Why are you avoiding it? I have already given the school notice of my resignation. I won't be your professor any more…” “Professor, I just don't want to date…” I said angrily. Was that statement just too difficult for him to understand? “People are already talking about us…” “Mia,” Alex called. “I have handled the group chats. Nobody is going to talk about you again. What else do you want me to do? I love you…” “No

But she wouldn't deny that she was even happier when the professor was just like this. "God knows how i wish to announce you as mine in the whole campus." Hera's heart was pounding because of what she heard. Every feelings, every beat of her heart is new. She is new to this world. But she is praying that whatever she is doing is right. She is praying that whatever happenings between her and the professor is true. But she believes that everything's gonna be alright as long as you are happy. And she's happy with the man infront of her, her Professor. Because of the professor, she worked even harder to finish her studies. Sir Clinton became her inspiration. This was the first person she admire

I wasn’t, and I knew that he almost kissed me and the cursed words he used. I didn’t know what was going on with me at this moment, but I haven’t been able to think of anything else apart from the kiss he gave me that night, and regardless of how much I have been trying to get it off my mind, the whole stuff just feels stuck. “That’s all for the day, guys. I would communicate when our next class would be,” I heard the professor's loud voice as almost everyone packed up their bags for the end of the class. “Let’s have a drink at the Carteen and maybe then you can tell me what you think because I’m going to be picked up soon by my boyfriend...”

“Hey, if something like that happens to us, let’s be honest, okay?” “If.” I smile. “Yes, if.” And I will no longer welcome any attraction or strange feelings for my professor. He’s just someone I admire because he’s a great artist, just as I’m a huge fan of Ryan Reynolds and Leonardo DiCaprio. It’s not even my first time having a crush on a teacher. I once had a crush on my math teacher, but I was completely over him when I graduated.

I fiddled with my sleeve, wondering why the room suddenly felt so hot. Sure, I’d always thought he was… different. A little awkward, a little too serious, but brilliant in that quiet way. He was one of the youngest professors in the faculty and by far the kindest. It was one of the things that endeared me to him. I never expected to be the last one in a room with him, though. Also, why did I care that I was? It was just a simple conversation between a student and her professor, nothing more, right?

“Is chocolate a part of your diet?” “I can work it off. It's fine. Yours?” I shrug, “I eat what I want and burn it off on the water.” He beamed at me. And was about to say something when his eyes catches something. I follow his eyes to see the couple sitting in front of us were full on making out. A grin bloomed on my face. And I leaned in to whisper when they separate. “I'm rooting for you.” They blush but they are not half as red as my professor sitting beside me. I blink, wondering what was it that got him all tomatoey.

I said, I was looking at him like that a few seconds ago, Ya Allah! “Are you feeling Dozzy or something?” he aka my new professor asked as I shook my head. “If you are fine then you may take your seat, Ms. “ He said as I stood up. “So now starting from where we left off—“With that he started teaching the subject I seemed to love but could not focus on even a little bit. “He is so hot!” one of the girls whispered behind me. “Yeah, just look at that ass,” they giggled as my eyes involuntarily glanced at his parts.