Novel & Cerita Im In Love With My Professor

Our Professor began with her preaching. The first day of class was already crashing me. I hate doing activities, talking to others, and communicating forcibly, but picking her as my other half would be best. It will 99.9% ruin her.

"I dragged you into this. Into my world. You nearly lost your life on my account.” "Yeah, well." I smiled despite the tears. "I'm dragging myself further in. So get used to it." His thumb glided over my knuckles, a careful stroke despite the quaking of his hand. "Why?" “Because I’m a moron who’s in love with her criminal professor.” The words hung between us. I'd said it. Finally vocalized what I’d known for weeks. Something cracked in his expression. Pain, and hope, and fear all tapping each other.

Elery asked me. I looked out the window. What can I excuse? Should I say I got pregnant by him? These are children. "Hhmm .. He was my teacher when I was in college. Professor ... So, we are pretty close" I said and forced a smile. My students were 'ow' 'wow'. "So, Let's continue--" I stopped when I saw John outside my classroom. "Hi Mam, I would like to ask for chalk" he said and smiled at me. Really stupid jerk!

I said to her, Katie smiles and chuckles. " You're never gonna change. You're a slut but hates drugs. Nice combo." Katie says and I laugh. I have feelings for my professor and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. She's the best thing that's happened to me in a short time. Who knew I would be in this situation? A situation where I've fallen hard for her and I'm not willing to get up. And I won't stop chasing her either. Whether she likes it or not, she can't keep me away.

He was my professor, a public figure and expecting him to act all lovey dovey was far fetched. “Professor Marison, I came here to make complaints about your class.” I paused and he nodded once. “I’m sure you’re aware of the massive failure from our class and we feel your assistants aren’t helping.” “How are they not helping? What they teach in class is what I give them. Are you trying to say my notes are not efficient for your class to understand?” I gritted my teeth. I was angry, very angry and he needed to act as if he was not being dense on purpose.

“I’m talking about Ishmael and Queequeg, who call each other bosom friends and even get married. The word bridegroom is used. Is that not explicit enough?” The professor gaped, and when I caught Ajax staring at me, I winked at him. When the professor turned away, probably to gather his composure, I held Ajax’s gaze for a moment longer. I loved the way he looked at me: impressed, protective, affectionate, grateful, and a little hungry. Except maybe I was imagining that last bit, projecting my own feelings onto him. Biting back a sigh, I dragged my attention back to the last twenty minutes of class. If the professor didn’t throw me out, I’d consider it a win.

“Tell me what’s really going on. Be honest.” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I… I can’t stop thinking about you,” I confessed, my voice trembling. “I’ve wanted you for years, Professor. Ever since I first saw you lecture. I know it’s wrong. You’re my professor and I’m your student, but I can’t help it.” Silence filled the room. Dr. Declan stood up slowly. He walked around the desk and stopped right in front of where I was sitting. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” “I'm asking you to stop fucking the professor in your head in class, that's not nice!” She teased, and I rolled my eyes at her. She knew about my little crush on my hot professor, which was the reason I couldn't date anyone on campus, and it ruined my dating life. “But I think it's time you let go, it's not like you and professor could ever be a thing, or do you need to fuck him before you give up?” She asked, and I gasped.

I couldn't tell if I was looking at Drake or Chris Brown. This was my boyfriend who was a professor. Usually, people saw Professors as nerds who were consumed with education and proving scientific theories. But him, he was no stereotype. He was a celebrity professor to say the least. "Hi beautiful, you're here and ready," he said, jogging down the stairs. His eyes raked me from head to toe, and a slow smile parted his lips, "You look ravishing," he said, taking me into his arms and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“That’s exactly how I felt when I proposed to my wife. She was way out of my league, and yet she still said yes. I thank God for that every damn day.” “I feel like I’m going to be doing the same thing.” I pulled a hand through my hair. “Did you need anything else?” “Nah, you go back to your girl. And let me know if you need any time off. Don’t worry about classes, I’ll send you and Wakely the lectures so you don’t fall behind.” He stood and offered me his hand. I took it. “Thank you.” Of all the professors I had, he was the best. He cared more than any other faculty member. I was glad that I got to be his TA.