Hard To Love (Professor / Student)

I'm 100% Certain

We pull into my parking space outside the apartment building and sit in the car for a minute.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as I adjust myself in the car to face her, gently taking her hand in mine.

"My hand kind of hurts from hitting Logan, but other than that I am peachy"

Instead of pushing the topic any further, I open the car door and we walk upstairs, hand in hand. After unlocking the door and we walk inside, I grab an ice pack from the freezer and take her swollen hand in mine again.

"Hold this on your hand, please." I guide her to the couch in my living room and she sits nurturing her hand with her other. Watching her, seeing her in pain is unbearable so I walk into the kitchen and pour myself a glass of Jameson and slam it back, all the while her eyes are on me

"Are you okay?" She asks, timidly sitting on the couch.

I just stare at the glass before me, not trusting myself to remain in control if I look into her eyes. Her question plays over and over in my head. Am I okay? Should I be? She's the one who's hurt but when I saw her in tears, I felt like my chest was going to cave in. I would do anything in the world to take her pain away.

"Mark?" She asks and my eyes immediately meet hers.

"Yeah, I'm uh fine. How are you?"

She shrugs her shoulders. So damn stubborn. "My hand is fine. Nothing to worry about."

"I wasn't asking about your hand. How are you?" I ask and she looks at me. The look of defeat crosses her face and she quickly covers it up with a small smile.

"I am fine. Or I will be. Whatever. This is stupid. I'm acting stupid. I'm sorry you had to come all the way out. You were probably busy." She rambles on and on and I can't help but let out a throaty chuckle, obviously not making the situation any better. She stands up and begins walking towards the door. With three quick steps I reach her and spin her around as her back hits the door. My lips dangerously close to hers as my forearms rest on either side of her head against the cold, gray metal door. She's breathing heavy but the sound of my heart beating quickly masks over the sound.

"I want you to stay. Hell I need you to stay." I grumble out. Her eyes stay focused on the floor and a groan involuntary leaves my throat and my thumb finds its way under her chin. "Look at me." Her hazel eyes meet mine, and it takes all of my will power not to take her right then and there. "Never apologize for anything. I would run across the country to make sure you were safe." This causes her to blush and I can control myself. My lips meet hers in a fiery, rushed kind of way. My hands automatically pull her hips flush against mine. "This is what you do to me." I whisper against her lips and she shivers against me.

"Then take me" She whispers back, lust clouds her eyes as her hands snake their way under my t-shirt covered chest, ever so slowly inching their way down to my waistband.

"Woah there. Babe, I......uh...."

"You don't want me. How could I be so stupid."

"What? No, of course not. I want you. I want you in more ways than you could imagine. It's just I don't want you to do something you're not comfortable with or ready for."

"I feel so stupid." She mutters as her head hangs low.

"Ness. I want you to be 100 percent certain."

"Mark, I am. I am 100 percent certain I want my first time to be with you." This causes a growl to emit from my throat as I scoop her up over my shoulder, walking towards the bedroom. Gently, I lay her on my navy blue clad bed and hover over her delicate body.