Cute and shy chemistry Professor
Cool and bold student.
A love between Axel, a chemistry professor who was passionate about teaching and hacking. Axel was a very private person. He loved his personal space and being alone. He is nervous around girls...
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I run inside the washroom and closed the door shut. I felt myself blushing as my heart was racing.
I smile replaying the scenes when he held me so preciously and hugged me. I look in the mirror taking off my shorts and froze.
“What the fuck!” I scream looking at my ugly self.
And then suddenly he bragged in.
“Orian! What happened!”
I look at him and his breath hitched looking at me. I was standing in a dark blue navy skirt and a black bra in front of him. He looked like he just saw a ghost or something. His ears and face were turning red.
I smirked and flipped my hair.
“Like what you see?” I ask him seductively. I know I have stained my skirt, but thank god my uniform is dark so he won't at least discern that.
He blushes and closed his eyes before turning and sprinting out of the bathroom. I hear him slamming the door shut. I laugh, his reaction was funnier than I expected.
My smile fell when I felt pain in my stomach again. I guess my premium membership with god has come to an end. I never had cramps. I was always okay even these days. Now I get Naomi, Amber, and Callie states that I am lucky. Well, I am not anymore.
I took a warm shower. I didn't care to lock the door. That guy won't dare to come. I just knew that. Then there was a knock.
“I have kept some clothes...and um..a thing with wings...on the bed. Okay?”
What?
A thing with wings. He can just say pads.
I said okay.
I came out and changed. His black hoodie was so huge and comfortable. His pants as well were soft and nice. The clothes smell just like him.
“Can I come in?” he knocks.
“Yes please,” I say sitting on the bed. I was afraid I would stain it again. He came in with a tray. I notice that he changed as well. He was wearing a purple hoodie and pants. He looks so handsome in that, exactly a boyfriend material.
Please forget the last line I said.
He looked at me up and down then gulped.
“Yo...you...are you comfortable?” he asks scratching his head.
“I am thank you. I should have just run into my apartment to take shower,” I say, not meaning it at all.
“Umm... I was going to take you to your apartment but I thought it might be inappropriate to go in without your permission. Also, I didn't know where your keys are,” he says nervously. Why is he so nervous?
“That's in my bag,” I shrug. He sits on the bed with a tray.
Wait. Where is my bag?
“By any chance do you know where my bag is?” I ask him.
