The sun was shining and Amy was slowly adjusting to the light. She observed how soft the bed was and wanted nothing more to spend the rest of the day here but she knew that she couldn't. She rolled her body over to come to a hard weight.

"Adam. My legs are so sore. I mean more sore than usual."

"I'm not Adam."

Amy FROZE. Never has she ever heard a voice like that before. It was so rich and deep, his voice sent shivers down her spine. What's even more disturbing is that she had slept with someone she didn't know. Not wanting to turn over and face whoever the strange man that was in her bed. She just hope that he was well- you know not a homeless man or a crazy murder. Nothing could make this situation any better so instead and she closed her eyes. Perhaps it was a dream, she told herself. But what she doesn't know is that life is about to become much more interesting.

She felt herself being rolled to her back and big callous hands moved her out of her face. The stranger smiling so sweetly down at Amy, he thought she was absolutely beautiful and he wanted nothing more to keep her in his bed but he never had to restrained himself due to her earlier reaction. Instead, he stroked her cheek and whispered "Naomi. Wake up."

Amy fluttered her eyes fast and saw a set of hazel eyes shimmering back at her. She repeated "Naomi.". Then she realized that she made a huge mistake and quickly got up off of the bed. Not realizing how numb her legs were, immediately topped to the ground.

"Hey. Are you okay?". The stranger crawled to the other side to see her laying on the ground. She quickly got up and managed to find her bra and walked out of his bedroom to find the rest of her clothes.

He followed behind her while she was walking down the stairs. He just watched her to raid his place trying to find her shoes. He picked up her purse and contemplated what exactly to say to her. I mean what do you say to a girl you had sex with?

"Naomi."

No response.

"Naomi!"

Still nothing.

So he yelled louder, "NAOMI!".

She paused and gawked at him. He grinned because he finally got her attention.

"Listen. You should stay so that we can talk. I can whip us up some breakfast."

She couldn't move or say a word because visions of him nibbling on her nipples, licking his way down to her navel and how loud she screamed when he deeply penetrated her. A moan escaped her lips. Shit.

Not wanting to look him at his gaze on her. "Hey. Could you do something with that?"

"With what?".

"With that!".

Amy gestured and turned around.

He looked down and saw that he had a boner. He smiled smugly and stood behind his kitchen counter.

"Oh Sorry. You can turn around now."

Awkward silence. A few minutes passed without anyone making a move or saying anything. Amy spots his dress and hurriedly puts on her bra and dress. She looks around and whispers "Where's my purse?".

He waits patiently for Amy to look up and see that he is holding her purse. Amy slowly walks over to him and grabs her purse. She steals a quick glance of his body before she bolts out.

He notices she forgot something and tries to run out after her. "Hey NAOMI. You forgot your-".

Before he could even get the word out his neighbor's daughter screams "MOMMY".

He covers his junk and ran back inside of his house.

Amy was looking forward to moving on and forgetting about last night. She made a mistake and nothing more than a quick coffee run wouldn't fix. She walked in and got in line. Not really paying attention to her surroundings, she reads on her phone. It's an email from her professor stating that she will be longer teaching her afternoon class anymore.

Just great. Her life couldn't get any worse. As she was hearing the cashier hollering "NEXT", a hot liquid poured all over her. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME". Amy looked up and saw Adam smiling apologetically. "Ames I am so sorry. I didn't mean to."

Adam starts grabbing napkins to wipe coffee off her shirt and he first when he realized his dabbing on her breasts. He gulps and looks down.

"Hey Adam."

"Yeah."

She whispers into his ear. "Would you stop groping my breasts in public?"

Adam jumps up and chuckles nervously. "Er.. I was just-because they were wet..and I want to touch..I MEAN.I wanted to make you wet.. I MEAN Dry. Your breast should be dry but not too dry. You know moist and supple and round and-".

"Hey Adam."

"Yeah"

"Shut. Up".

"Okay."

Adam walked away and Amy stepped over his mess.

"Hey Cheyenne. 2 coffees black."

"Sure thing Amy. And Adam is right. Your breasts should never be too dry."

"Cheyenne?"

"Yeah Amy."

"Shut. Up."

4 Hours LATER

Amy is late to her class. She always preferred to be the first one in class but obviously the universe wanted to make her day worse. She reached to the door and was relieved that everyone was waiting for the professor to show up.

All of the seats were taken and so she had to take the only seat that was available and it was in front of the professor.

Could this day be any worse? She wondered.

A younger looking Blonde man came in and slammed the door. Everyone straightened up and immediately got quiet. He slowly turned around and said " I am glad to have your attention. Pencils out and turn to page 34."

One student whined "But Professor we don't have a textbook."

He rolled his eyes "Did anyone actually read the syllabus?".

"Figures. I thought you nimrods would actually be somewhat brilliant."

Amy whispers under her breathe and the guy next to her chuckles. She looks at him from he side and notices that he is wearing all black and sunglasses. Weirdo. No Professor. It looks like I am the nimrod for taking this class.

"I am sorry insulting us is not going to give skills."

The professor screams "Who said that?".

Silence. Everyone except Amy were frozen in their seats. The professor was getting annoyed looking at their dropped jaws.

"Did I stutter? I am not going to repeat myself?".

The entire class whip their heads towards Amy. Instead of looking down, she threw her head right at him and met his stare as he made his way towards her. She raised one eyebrow and smirked because she dared him to say something to her. The class watched intently, waiting for someone to make the first move. He bent down and put his hands on her desk to intimidate her. She leaned back when he started to open his mouth. Before he could say anything, she said "Did you bother to brush your teeth today?".

He chuckled "Funny. And what's your name?".

"Nimrod. Obviously."

He looked around the class and shook his head. "Is this the way you speak to all of your professors?".

"I am not even sure you are qualified to be a professor. Nimrod? Really? Not even imbecile or feeble-minded? I have a more extensive vocabulary than you do."

The professor is taken back and starts clapping. "Great Job...um..whats your name?".

"Amy. My name is Amy."

"Well Amy. You just earn yourself some brownie points. You are absolutely correct. I am not your professor. But he is in this room."

Everyone started frantically looking around but Amy instead turn her head towards the guy with all black on. She had a bad feeling about him because she noticed the entire class he couldn't talk his eyes off of her. He suddenly gets up and puts on a matching blazer. The "professor" slowly finds a seat in the back and the guy in a blazer faces towards the class.

"He's not your professor." He takes off his sunglasses. "I am." Everyone is shocked and is talking to their friends about how crazy this class is going to be. Meanwhile, Amy is lost in her thoughts. She hoped that she was dreaming this whole thing up and that-

His eyes found hers. "I'm Jonah Simms. You can just call me Simms."

SHIT.

Her professor was the guy that she had a random one night stand. The man who did unthinkable things to her body was standing in front of her.

He knows my real name.

FUCK.

Leave comments if you would this to turn a story..intended to be a two shot. I am so happy that Fanfiction finally added Superstore.