“Oh. Well, you see, Professor…” I smirked at him and played with the hem of my skirt. My very, very short skirt. “I seem to have a problem, and as it turns out, only you can solve it.” He raised an eyebrow and rose off the desk to take a step toward me. “And what might this problem be?” He trailed off, looking straight at me. We had grown closer over the last two months, and after all of those possibilities of something, all of that want, well… I was tired of fighting this. “You.”
