As soon as my lips find hers, my soul finds a peace that I never knew I was searching for. Everything makes sense to me in that moment and there is no doubt in my mind that this is right. That we are right. And that she is perfect. Our lips mold together and I hear her moaning obscenely as I lick the seam of her lips and our tongues meet. My hand that's holding hers moves to the small of her back where I pull her even closer to me until our bodies mold together. Her hands move until they are on my back and in my hair, pulling us impossibly closer together.

After several long and erotic minutes, we pull apart and rest our foreheads together as we take long breaths. I can't stand being apart from her, though, and begin kissing as much of her exposed skin as I can find. Her forehead, down to her nose, her cheeks, and finally, I find my newest favorite spot, her pulse point. As soon as I begin tasting her, I feel her knees give out and I pull her closer, holding her up and enjoying the effect I'm having on her. Glad that I'm not alone in these feelings.

"A-Aaron," she stumbles in getting my attention. "Aaron, we-we need to stop. We can't-can't do this. Not here." I pull away from her throat, knowing that she is right and that she's going to have the visible sign of this moment with her for some time through the nicely forming bruise on her pulse point.

I finally am able to regain conscious thought as I get farther from her, and say "Do you want to come over to my place?"

"Yes," she responds without hesitation. I grab my briefcase and tell her where to meet me before sending her on her way and packing up my things.

I pick Penelope up a block away from my parking lot and we head towards my apartment. The drive has never felt longer. Between the sexual tension in the air and all that has happened between us over the past few days, I'm not quite sure what to say to her.

What if she doesn't want me? What if we both just got caught up in the moment? I can't bring her back to my place. She's going to assume that I just want her for sex. Oh no! What if she thinks that I just want this to be about sex? I mean, I want sex. I really want sex, but I also want a future with this woman.

Before I can say anything, Penelope starts laughing in the seat next to me and I look over at her, confused. "Sorry," she starts, "there was a funny billboard. It said-"

"Penelope, I need to make something clear."

"O-okay."

"I want this – us – to be about more than just sex. I don't want you to think that me inviting you back to my place means that I want sex. I mean, I do want sex, but I want sex when we're ready for it, whether that's tonight or a year from now. I guess I'm just trying to say that my feelings for you are real and I want us to be together more than just sexually."

"Phew- I thought you were going to say the opposite. That you just wanted sex. I'm really glad to hear you say all that. Because I want the same things. I really like you, Aaron. I know we haven't know each other long and that we don't know each other well, but I know what kind of person you are, and that's all I really need to know that you're right for me. I want to get to know you better. And make out a lot. Then we'll see what happens."

I chuckle at her response before reaching over and grabbing her hand which she had been using to wring her skirt. I bring it up to my mouth and kiss it before putting it onto my thigh where I let it rest before grabbing the wheel once again.

Her hand squeezes my thigh as she says "It was really dangerous of you to do that."

"Do what?" I ask before feeling her hand slowly inching its way up my thigh. I look over at her and feel my face flush as I see the devious look on her face. "Two can play at that game, Penelope," I respond, placing my hand on her bare thigh below where her skirt fell and began to work my way up under the fabric.

Penelope leans across the center console and whispers in my ear "Two problems with that. I'm not driving and you're just as effected by touching me as I am. Maybe you should pull over."

"No," I say, but it doesn't really come out, so I clear my throat and try again. "No, you deserve better than a quick fuck in the backseat. Much as I want that."

"That's actually really sweet," she says kissing my cheek before facing forward again and moving her hand back down my thigh closer to my knee. "Am I safe here?"

"Probably. But you never really know. And don't think that this means that I'm going to do the same with my hand," I respond before continuing moving my hand up her thigh.

A few hours later, we find ourselves in my bed cuddling after a heavy make out session. Penelope's head is resting on my chest and she's playing with my shirt, a sure sign that she's trying to figure out how to say what she wants to say.

"Can I ask you a question?" she begins and I nod before she continues. "How long do we have to hide this? Is it until you're finished being a student, until I'm finished being a student, or until I'm finished being your student?"

"Honestly," I begin, my fingers running through her hair, "I'm not sure. This isn't something that happens. It's completely and totally forbidden. If anyone's done this before, they've hidden it completely. I honestly have no idea how to do this. Or what to do."

"Well then, we'll just have to figure it out as we go along," she responds, pulling my face down to meet hers in another smoldering kiss.