Hard To Love (Professor / Student)

The Word

My eyes meet hers and I smile slightly, watching her bite her lower lip. My lips catch hers and she smiles against my lips.

"I love you." I whisper and she freezes. Her lips stop moving against mine and I panic. I panic for a second before she kisses me quick.

"I love you too, Mark."

The smile that spreads across my face can be seen from outer space as she giggles. I spend the rest of this prefect night, lying in bed, making love to the love of my life.

Ness POV
The next morning I wake up with a soreness in between my legs, but not so much a painful soreness. More like a pleased soreness. Sort of like the kind of ache you get after a great workout. Well last night was my great workout. Mark is everything I wanted my first time to be. He's sweet and he's caring. This guy was willing to stop at any point in time last night if I was uncomfortable in any way. He's beautiful inside and out. Sure he can be a bit cocky, but who isn't? And man does he know what he is doing in bed. Who gives a flying fuck if he's been with other girls; I truly feel that Mark would never intentionally hurt me in any way.

I roll from my stomach onto my side facing a sleeping Mark. This man is shirtless lying next to little ole me. What's so special about me? I'm not over weight but I don't have a flat stomach. My hair looks like a nasty birds nest. And I'm constantly hurt. Why would this perfect guy invest so much of his time in someone like me?

"Stop thinking" I hear and my eyes meet his tired ones.

"What?"

'Whatever you are thinking about stop. You're ganna hurt that pretty little head of yours."

"How do you know I'm thinking about something?"

"You were scrunching your eyebrows. What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing. Nothing important."

"Okay. Well are you hungry?" He asks and right on cue my stomach sings the song of its hungry people and Mark chuckles. "Do you want to stay in and make breakfast or should we go out?"

"I'll make us breakfast."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mark. I can make a pretty poppin breakfast." The smile on his face makes my stomach do some twisty turny things.

"Well, what do you want to make?"

"I was thinking maybe some blueberry pancakes?"

"Sounds great. Need any help?"

"No. You relax. But can I borrow a shirt or something?" I ask and he hops out of bed, completely in his birthday suit.

"I have to do laundry but I have a sweatshirt you can wear. Let me find it" He says, halfway in his closet. Seconds later he pulls out a dark gray Delaware University sweatshirt and tosses it my way. I slip it over my bare torso and slide my panties back on. "The things I want to do to you....You look pretty damn good in my clothes." Mark whispers in my ear from behind me, his warm, strong hands on my hips.

"Well O'Shea, I have some pancakes to make. You do whatever you need to do to get yourself under control and I will meet you in the kitchen. Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes." I flash him a smile, and leave him with a quick peck on his shock stricken lips. The sound of the shower fills his bedroom. As he showers, I prepare breakfast. Blueberry pancakes, warm syrup with bacon and strawberries all spread on the table as Mark emits from his bedroom; gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and a navy blue towel over his shoulder, bare chested.