Im In Love With My Professor Novels & Stories

“William…” “I know,” he said softly. “I know.” He eased her down, not roughly, not hurriedly. The bed dipped beneath her weight, the patterned cover cool against her skin. He hovered over her for a moment, bracing himself on one arm, studying her face like he needed to memorize it. In that instant, Ava saw flashes of the man she’d fallen for, the professor who’d listened to her ideas, who’d praised her brilliance, who’d made her feel like she mattered in a world that had never been gentle to her.

"I hate him. He's an asshole and I can't believe I was ever attracted to him. Ugh, I must have been drunk." She raised a brow, one hand on her waist. "On what? The whole bottle of water you had at the club?" I laughed. "I hate you." "You know you love me." She smirked. "Yeah, I really do. Okay, but on a really serious note, we just have to keep our mouths shut and our heads down till we're done with this class." "I wasn't planning to go to the newspapers with news about your disastrous one night stand anyways. But just so you know, you and the big, bad professor are definitely going to get horizontal again."

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

I loved him. The realization hit me so hard I had to press my face against my knees. I was in love with my professor. A man twelve years older than me who could lose everything if anyone found out about us. And I had let myself believe, even for a little while, that maybe we could figure it out. That the way he looked at me and touched me meant he felt the same. My phone kept ringing. I silenced it without looking at the screen and then turned it off completely. I couldn’t handle hearing his voice right now. Not while I was sitting here crying like an idiot behind the tennis courts because I had walked in on him with someone from his real life.

“You are probably the middle child, aren’t you? The one who holds everyone together.” A startled laugh slipped out of my mouth. “That’s not wrong.” He tapped his chest proudly. “It’s a gift.” Now I felt secured to tell him more about myself. “I went to Tech school…as you’ve probably seen on my CV-". “A thousand times.” I continued. “I loved it. Coding. Building and breaking things and it felt like where I belonged. Then I met someone.” Alex stilled “I thought he was my forever. My first love…my everything.”

NATASHA'S POV I had never felt as uncomfortable as I felt in that moment sitting in the passenger seat of my professor as he drove me home. I kept stealing glances at him, unable to look away, considering how good looking he was. Ugh, Nat, cut it out. It was never going to happen. He was my professor and he was a lot older than me. In a normal setting, those two were the least of problems. I mean, people fell in love all the time with their teachers or students.

❤️ Timothy' POV ❤️ I walk towards the classroom I always miss once I'm away, that one into which I know I'll be able to see the girl who brings a lot of weird feelings into me. I step towards the opened door but was stopped by a colleague. "Hey, professor Timothy, sorry to waste your time right now but I need to let you know that I talked to the director about the project...." he keeps on speaking to me as I'm nodding to his explanations.

I swear, Just hearing him talk had me dripping. I had to press my thighs together to manage the situation a bit. For fuck's sake, I was in class. Even though he looked extremely fuckable, I had to resist. He was my fucking professor. And did he had a kink for saying 'I love interactive' anything? His lips curled up in annoyance and he mumbled out some few incoherent words before straightening himself. His eyes averted back to their stony gaze.