I really don't understand why the hell my professor is always hunting me down. "Mr. Gue... Guevarra," I stuttered when I felt a presence behind me while I was busy preparing my things for my next class. "Why the rush, Nathan?" He nibbled my earlobe as I felt his nose linger at my neck. His hot breathing intoxicated my body. I tried harder to steady my composure, but unfortunately, a moan escaped my lips. I heard him chuckle as he gently placed his hand on my waist. "Nathan, you... you don't know what beast you've run into," he said in a very husky voice, full of lust, care, and love. ❣️