Dirty Professor

He was a teacher.

I was a student.

It was so wrong to want him the way that I did, so why did it feel so right?

Why did I agree to meet him after class in a private place, knowing how much could go wrong?

College was already busy and interesting enough for me. It was my dream to get a degree and graduate. Could I make the right choices and graduate like I always planned without getting into trouble?

He was too gorgeous to resist, too magnetic to ignore. The question I had to ask myself was if he was worth everything.