A week.

I avoided any chance of interaction with Professor Peterson for a week straight. And not really to my surprise, she did too. I also haven't been hanging out with Aaron. I did gave an excuse to the boy. He messaged me saying someone new is babysitting him for now, but would wait for me to comeback after I'm done with my "exams" that's supposedly keeping me busy.

I don't know what kind of excuse Professor Peterson gave to her husband, because Sir Tristan haven't ask for me as well.

I expected this, although I do feel a bit disappointed. Still, it was my fault, despite not anything happening, I had the urge to do something very wrong and that already makes it my fault.

I almost kissed my married professor, fuck, I really am going to hell.

Oh g-d, I've been cursing a lot these days. Add that to the list of why I'm going to hell.

My mama and parents are going to kill me if they ever find out. Mom would kick me out of the house and my entire family would dishonor me.

Worse, they'll cut of my penis because apparently, I'm using the wrong head to think!

Or I'm just not thinking at all. Because what kind of sane person would do what I almost did?

I better find a new job now. Fast.

Despite the fact that I didn't want to, I forced myself to once again enter my last class for the afternoon. Her class. We didn't have to wait long for her to arrive, seemingly never late to her class.

Although a lot has happened, I was glad that she went back to her excellent teaching. I guess our talk did help a bit. No more spacing out during lecture, no more mistakes and no more complains from her students.

Professor Peterson really is a good instructor.

I kept my mind occupied with listening to her lecture and fortunately, it did help me a little.

What's unfortunate is when Professor Peterson suddenly called my name after she dismissed us.

"Miss Guevarra, mind staying back? I need to talk to you about something." I fidgeted with the strap of my bag, not meeting her eyes but still facing her way.

"I...uh, my friend–"

Julius tapped my shoulder. "It's fine, Aiden. Stay back, I'll be going first."

I widened my eyes at him, trying to signal that I don't want him to leave but he decided to be a dumbass for today and instead gave me a weird look. "Are you sure you're okay with leaving first?" I emphasized.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Take your time, bud. Bye now, don't keep our Professor waiting."

"Bye," I gritted my teeth. "Take care on the way home."

"Aw, that's sweet, thanks!" The dumbass said before leaving.

"Stupid prick," I muttered under my breath.

With heavy feet, I marched up to my professor's desk.

"Hi, Miss."

"Can we talk?"

I gulped. "O-Of course."

Arms curled and wrapped around my neck, body pressed so close against mine that it almost made me forget how to breathe. Smooth and warm hands slid up my shirt, tracing the outline of my abs as soft lips took nips at my pulse point.

Professor Peterson slid her body between my opened legs, pushing herself closer to me. I stumbled a bit in nervousness, making my back hit the door behind.

A gasp left my lips when she suddenly kneeled down in front of me, hands placing themselves teasingly around my thighs.

"W-What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Husky voice asked back.

"I...I don't know." I whimpered involuntarily when one hand sneakily unbuttoned my pants. I tried to buck my hips away.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

I nodded quickly, mouth closed shut and eyes wide in anticipation and worry.

"So, I'll be your first?" another nod. "Hmm, good. Is it okay if I take you then?"

Pure seduction, that's what it was. Her question seems like it demands an answer that should only be a yes. I nodded pathetically, not trusting my voice by the way her hand kept on caressing my thigh way too close to my private part.

"Words, darling. I need to hear your voice."

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Who's ma'am?"

I jolted up awake, shocked by the sudden shift in the tone of voice.

"Shit!" My hands clutched my aching temple from sitting up too fast.

Lexie giggled. "Sorry. So, who is this ma'am you're dreaming of?"

Blushing, I pushed her face away. "No one, j-sus. Stop smiling like that."

"Come on, tell me. It sounded like a really good dream."

Blushing profusely now, I tossed the comforter away from my body and stood up.

"Oh g-d, Aiden. You have a fucking boner. Hide that!" She shrieked, hands immediately covering her eyes.

"Shit!" In panic, I threw myself back on my bed, grabbing a pillow as a cover. "Why the heck would you look down?!"

"It was there and it was huge! How could I not see it, you asshole!"

Feeling my face heat up even more with her words, I ran straight to the bathroom, pillow still covering my hard on.

"Wait, did you have a wet dream?!" She yelled after I closed the door quite hard. "Is that why you were saying 'ma'am' in your sleep?"

"Lexieee!!!"

"It was a wet dream!"

The whole incident this morning, unfortunately, made it to afternoon when Lexie told both Julius and Zoey about my morning boner and me calling someone 'ma'am' in my dream.

"You had a what?"

"She had a what?"

"You had a wet dream?!" Zoey yelled looking at me. I blushed in embarrassment when a few heads turned around to glance our way.

"Don't be shy, I don't think they all heard you," I groaned in annoyance, hiding my reddening face with my hands.

"Sorry," she chuckled with a cough. "I'm just really shocked."

"I can see that."

Julius pretended to wipe under his eyes, giving me a 'proud' smile. "You're really growing up so fast. I can't believe it."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes when they all laughed. I then glared at big-mouth Lexie who promised not to tell Julius and Zoey about what happened earlier. She only gave me a peace sign and a smile.

"Who was it about?" Julius questioned.

"She won't tell, I kept bothering her about it." Lexie answered for me.

"Was it about Vera?" He asked excitedly this time. "I'm putting my bet on her."

"I think it's about her too." Zoey agreed. "What do you think, Lex?"

She hummed, thinking. "I don't know, I don't think Vera is the 'ma'am' type. I'm guessing it's someone older."

"Oh, good guess," Zoey agreed. "Vera's like 21 though, she's older."

"No, no, like someone older than that." When Lexie said that, Julius gave me a weird look and a raised brow. I shrugged, not saying anything and trying to be nonchalant, but my hands are secretly shaking. Lexie's guesses making me sweat and panic a little.

"How did it go?" I almost cheered at the change of question. Shooting Julius a grateful smile. He only winked.

"How did what go?" I asked back.

"Your conversation with Professor Peterson yesterday." Julius answered, now getting the attention of both Zoey and Lexie. Goodness gracious, it's still about her.

"Oh that..."

"Can we talk?"

"O-Of course."

She motioned for me to sit down and I hesitantly did, still fidgeting with my fingers. I looked down at my lap, waiting for her to say something. "I want to apologize for what happened last week."

That made me look up.

"What do you mean apologize? It was my fault, Miss. I should be the one apologizing."

"I'm the who's older and I should've known better. The physical contacts and dumping my problems on to you were unprofessional and inappropriate of me, I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what you were thinking at that time, but I must've given you an idea that made you do what you almost did."

My mouth opened to say something, but I refrained. I knew she was gonna say something like this, I expected it. But doesn't mean it didn't hurt, because it did, painfully so.

"N-No, really, Miss. It was my fault, you were at your vulnerable moment and I took advantage of that." One thing that I also realized during the whole week. The fact that she was at her vulnerable state, only seeking for an innocent comfort and I took advantage of it.

"I shouldn't have done what I did and I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I promise I won't do it again."

I said without elaborating on why I did it. She also didn't question my feelings, but probably already having an idea that I may have an attraction for her. I'm just glad she didn't ask because I don't think I could answer it.

But why do I feel disappointed that she didn't ask me about my feelings?

"I still want you to babysit Aaron, he likes you a lot and it would really disappoint him if I replace you." She said with a smile after a few moments of silence between us.

"Really? Would that be okay for you?"

"Yes, Aiden. I'm sure."

"Thank you, Professor."

"It was fine, we just talked about my progress in her class." I lied almost too easily, getting better at it.

"What do you mean progress? It's not like you're slacking."

"Progress to be better."

"If you say so."

I'm in deep shit.