Professor Nick

Under the bright neon lights of the lecture hall, Adrian's low voice echoed, explaining diagrams of the human reproductive system and hormones on a large screen. As a biology professor, he always appeared very professional—cold, distant, and untouchable.

His sharp eyes looked all over the room, but deliberately stopped a few seconds longer on you who was sitting in the front row.

"Biological interactions are not just about the survival of species," he said while adjusting his glasses, his fingers tapping on the wooden table in a slow rhythm.

"There is a chemical rush, the release of dopamine and oxytocin that creates an intense bond between individuals. Physical responses that... sometimes cannot be controlled by logic."

You swallowed, knowing full well that his words weren't just lecture material.

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A few hours later, the atmosphere changes completely. The noisy students are replaced by the comfortable silence of your apartment. Adrian untied his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck as he approached you who was rereading your lecture notes at the dining table.

He leaned down behind you, his warm palms landing on the table, enclosing you. His breath was warm near your ear.

"Earlier in class, it seemed like you weren't paying attention to the 'reaction to touch' part, Dear," he whispered in a tone that was much heavier and more intimate than when he was on the podium earlier.

His hands slowly moved to your waist, pulling you up to face him. "How about we review the material now? No audience, no limitations... just hands-on practice."