The Professor Effect

- two.

A/N : Thank you all for being so patient with me. This update was meant to happen weeks ago, but my mental health was all over the place, and I'm doing much better now. So thank you for being patient, I love you all. Enjoy x

STARING ACROSS THE CLASSROOM AT HIM, My pen hitting against the wooden desk in a sort of frustrated beat as I watch him teaching the lesson, acting like I wasn't sitting exactly three rows away from him and right in his line of vision.

Daniel, or Professor Walker as I was being forced to call the gorgeous man that romanced me into the staff closet and gave me the best fuck that I'd ever had, kept catching my eye over and over again as he talked about the novel we were going to be studying over the course of the semester, not that I was paying attention to exactly what novel it was. 

"Once I had this out, if you could all turn to the first chapter and have a read of that before the end of the lesson, that would be great." I heard that same husky voice from days ago, holding the stack of novels in his muscular arms... 

Those same muscular arms that he held me up with as he pounded into me days ago.

He finally reaches my desk, glancing at me as he glances around the class quickly before looking back at me, avoiding eye contact as he spoke softly while placing the novel by Hardy down in front of me. 

"Can we talk? After class?" Daniel asks, continuing to freak about someone hearing us as I just give him a small nod, not even getting to speak before he's off, handing the books out once again to the other students and forcing a smile onto his lips.

Taking the old, half ripped novel into my hands and opening up to the first page of chapter one, stealing that last glance at Daniel before sticking my head down, diving my nose right into the novel that I could hardly focus on.

All I could think about was what we were going to talk about after class.

I take my time, packing one book and one pen back into my bag pack as slowly as I could while the other students practically sprint their way out of the classroom to get that small time between this class and the next, my head snapping up once the last book was inside and Daniel closes the door, keeping us both locked in the classroom with each other.

For a big classroom that could fit up to 70 students in it at once, it suddenly got very closed and awkward. I practically felt the sweat dripping down my back.

"You told me that you were into psychology." 

That's definitely not what I expected this conversation to start off with, but it seemed to be what he wanted to focus on. I could practically see the little vein in the side of his neck about to burst out with frustration.

"I told you I wished to major in it someday. Not today." I commented, a hint of smugness in the words I was saying to the man who I now called professor.