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Chapter 2

Ezra is my student.

Naked Ezra.

The Ezra that was in my bed only eight short hours ago.

Oh dear god, I slept with my student.

I'm so totally screwed.

I pull myself together enough to take a deep, calming breath and collect myself.

I tear myself away from Ezra's shocked face and survey the rest of the students.

I give everyone a nervous smile before introducing myself and starting todays' lecture knowing that I'm in for a long two hours.

I feel eyes burning a hole through me while I'm writing an assignment on the board. I don't need to turn around to see that it's Ezra staring.

I continue to write slowly, my cursive handwriting filling up the board while trying to get the courage to turn around and meet his stare.

I put the lid back on the marker with a click and place it on the boards ledge before turning around to see Ezra's stare directed at my ass.

His eyes snap up to meet mine once he realises he's been caught staring and he just smirks at me before winking.

I clear my throat just as the bell rings, saving me from my misery.

I dismiss the class, although it's a pointless task since they are already out of their seat and heading for the door.

I've never been a religious person, never gone to Sunday Church but right now in this moment I send a prayer to God, praying Ezra walks out that door and forgets our one night of passion.

I start packing my items up while discreetly watching him from the corner of my eye. I see him stay seated waiting for everyone else to clear out.

I silently curse at this fact and debate whether I should just walk out and leave this awkward conversation for another time, my rational side wins out and I stay where I am.

He slowly gets up from his seat once the last student departs from the room and swings his backpack over his left shoulder and starts walking towards me.

Be calm, be cool, be collected.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and wait for the awkward encounter to begin.

"Aria." Ezra states with a teasing tone.

"It's Professor Montgomery." I tell him stiffly, noting we aren't off to a great start.

"It wasn't Professor Montgomery last night," he tells me with a smirk.

"But I can work with that… it actually sounds kinda hot." I feel my cheeks flame at his words and I struggle to put a sentence together.

"Ezra," I start before he interrupts me.

"Mr Fitz." His smirk grows, his blue eyes showing sparks of mischief.

"Mr Fitz. Last night didn't happen, and can't happen ever again. Do you understand?" I ask, hoping he'll drop the subject.

"But it did happen. You may not remember it, but I do. I'm the cause of those love bites on your neck that students have been talking about all day. I may not have known you were Professor Montgomery at the time of hearing it… but I know it's you now." His right hand reaches up and runs along my neck causing goose bumps to erupt on my smooth skin.

"Mr Fitz, enough." I tell him hotly, feeling heat course through my body from his touch.

"I wasn't being serious before. You can call me Ezra." He tells me seriously, his fingers still caressing my bare neck.

"Look Ezra, I didn't know I was your Professor when we… did what we did but it can't happen again. It's not right." I tell him, feeling regret pool in my stomach.

"Your professor?" Once again I'm caught off guard by his candor.

"No, not your professor. Just your professor. Oh you know what I mean." I curse at my inability to appear collected in front of my student.

"Right. Well even though you are my professor, this feels right doesn't it?" He asks me as his hand moves from my neck to caress my cheek.

Without conscious thought I move my check into his inviting palm and feel my eyes flutter close.

"This isn't ethical Ezra, and can't happen again. Are we clear?" I ask as I remove his hand and take a step back, feeling the fog being lifted from my brain.

"We're clear. Hey, at least we have the memories, well I do anyway." He readjusts his bag before starting to walk past me.

He turns toward me and place his hands on my waist, his mouth leaning down to brush against my ear.

"If you ever get lonely and want those memories too, let me know. I'll be happy to help you remember." He presses a soft his to my neck before I can protest and flees the room.

I stand there dumbfounded for what could have been minutes or hours before I start to move robotically towards my chair and sit, throwing my head on my desk with a bang.

What have I done?

I run my hands through my hair with frustration before rubbing my face, attempting to rid my stress.

I sit there for ten minutes, my mind whirling with thoughts and concerns before I force myself up and out of the college.

I walk in my front door with a relieved sigh; thanking my lucky stars I made it through the day. I toss my keys onto the table by the door and my shoulder bag to the ground without a care.

I walk over to the fridge and survey my choices for dinner before pulling out a bottle of wine and closing the fridge.

I collect a glass from the cupboard above the sink and pour myself a healthy serve before putting the bottle back in the fridge.

I walk over to the couch with my glass of wine in hand before collapsing into the soft cushions.

I lay there for hours letting reality TV dull my mind before finally dragging myself off to bed.

I drift off into a restless sleep with one last thought.

Tomorrow is another day.

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