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The professor went into professional mode after his weird interest in me, he focused on revisiting the introduction of psychology and his theory on certain topics, he also recommended some books and gave us a ton of research assignments to begin for the end of the semester.

He didn't ask for his summary which I am grateful for but not sure if I'm out of the woods for yet.

The class was focused this morning, the usual chatty girls were drooling and the guys were giving him feral looks. It's not his fault that he was born like a literal Greek god, the man is a walking sculpture.

I couldn't take my eyes off him and for the majority of the lesson I could not hear what he was saying, at some point Cillian broke his pen in half which snapped me back to reality.

I peeked over at him and saw that his eyes were squinted in the professors direction. Cillian has nothing to worry about, he's beautiful with curly black hair and a well sculpted face, he also has a great psychic because he visits the gym often and he's also great in bed.

Me admiring a good looking person has nothing to do with my loyalty to Cillian. I could admit, our relationship over the last few weeks have been rocky, with assignments pilling up, to the recent trauma of witnessing a literal murder and wondering if the killer is watching me- I have been stressed and Cillian hasn't been making it any easier for me either.

Alaina is also very busy, she's normally the one I could turn to but her other classes have her doing assignments that require her to visit prisons and interview killers, so my mind is not here most of the time and therefore, Cillian and I's relationship have been strained.

When the professor dismissed class, I waited until our row was empty before I stopped Cillian from walking out.

I grabbed his upper arm and surprisingly he stopped and turned to me, "what's up with you?" I asked, looking up at him with concern by this time most of the class and left, even the professor.

His eyebrows were creased, jaw clenched like he was pissed about something, "nothing.." he grumbled, about to walk away from me, I looked at Alaina who was standing by the door waiting and signaled for her to leave us.

I stopped him in his track again and folded my arms across my chest, I was a short African American and to many I was not at all intimidating, especially to my boyfriend but he knows when I'm serious and right now I was.

"Don't do that Cillian. Tell me what's wrong, it's the only way I can fix it" I explained searching his beautiful face.

He stared at me for a whole minute before he released his pride with a sigh,"I'm hardly hearing from you Celine, ever since that night which I apologize many times for by the way, you have been acting very distant and now you come to class giving the new professor googly eyes" he complained, flailing his hands all over as he explained himself.

"googly eyes?" I snickered, trying to lighten the mood but he was having it, he blew out an exasperated breath and began walking away again.

"Cillian wait. I'm sorry" I began and once again he stopped, I walked up to him and hugged him from behind, which always gets him. He melted in my embrace and released a small breath.

"I've just been going through a lot...you have to understand everything has been taking a toll on my mental health" I said, exhaling and inhaling into his broad back, he always smells so good.

He turned around and picked me up, hugging the dear life out of me, I giggled placing my hands around his neck to hug him back.

"You have nothing to be sorry about babe.." he said, snuggling into the crook of my neck.