MR. PROFESSOR (BxB)

'Mr. Gue... Guevarra,' I stuttered. I felt a sudden, heavy presence behind me while I was frantically shoving my notebooks into my bag for the next class.

"Why the rush, Nathan?" he murmured. He leaned in, his lips grazing my earlobe as his nose lingered against the sensitive skin of my neck.

His hot breath sent a jolt through me, intoxicating my senses. I gripped the edge of the desk, trying my hardest to steady my composure and keep my breathing even. But it was a losing battle; a soft, traitorous moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I heard him chuckle-a low, vibrating sound that resonated against my back. He gently placed his hand on my waist, pulling me just an inch closer to him.

"Nathan," he said, his voice dropping into a husky, dangerous register. It was a tone full of lust, but beneath that, I could still hear the care and love he tried to hide. "You... you don't know what kind of beast you've run into."