“I’m Professor Derek Wyatt and the teacher of the class.” I slowly looked up at him, knowing that voice and unable to hide the horror I was feeling as my gaze landed on him. He was more than the teacher of the class. He was the man who had taken my purity. This wasn’t a classroom like the one it had happened in. It was the classroom. It was his classroom. We’d done it on his desk right there. Fuck. My. Life. I’d lost my purity to a professor.
