I never realized how nice super high-end sheets and blankets were. I guess the bed itself was really quite fantastic too. So soft, I was completely surrounded by comfort. I really didn't even want to bother waking up, especially when I was so used to waking up sore, nauseous, and in some degree of pain.

Bruce's bed somehow took care of all of that. Honestly, I didn't really know if it was the quality of what I was sleeping on. Sure, my own bed was mediocre, but my common sense told me that perhaps it was simply the high of being in love. The dopamine the bodies gives people when they're happy is probably stronger than heroin.

I sat up, knowing that my plan of sleeping forever carried a whole boatload of unworkable problems.

Loneliness. It's something I've always feared yet have lived in for years. It's what I clearly remember after both of the last times I went all the way with Bruce. I was alone again. That shiver returned to my spine. I'd convinced myself if I was just pussy, I was incredibly inconvenient pussy.

Yet still, I was alone again. The first time, I thought he abandoned me just because he got what he wanted. The second time, it was because I was sure he was out for another woman.

Both were overreactions on my part. This was the third time though. I began to shake a bit, and I stood up out of the bed. It wasn't the time to freak out. I was being irrational. I walked over to the bathroom, and checked for him. That was the logical place. He was taking care of man things, or maybe showering to purge himself of the chlorine smell.

The bathroom was empty. Next choice was the house's foyer. I walked out onto it, looked around, listened for him. "Bruce? Are you here?"

Silence followed for some brief moments.

Then footsteps.

"Dammit," I heard in a familiar voice. Bruce walked into sight in the stairs below. He was wearing only boxer shorts and an apron, carrying a tray. "I thought I could finish this and get this up to you before you woke up."

I blinked. He made his way up the stairs.

"Come on. Get back in bed. It's breakfast in bed, not breakfast in the hallway."

"I thought maybe..."

"You think a lot of things Noelle. You're very creative. You can let your mind rest for awhile, and just enjoy yourself. You're my woman, the mother of my children, you're just mine, completely and always."

I blushed, looking down at his tray.

Grilled cheese. It was cut open and I could see the tomato sticking out of it. To the side was some tomato soup, sprinkled with some basil.

I laughed, hating myself for doubting him. After all these years, he remembered my favorite way to start the day. Sure, most people had something like this for lunch, but I always felt bacon and eggs were overblown.

"Come on, let's see your naked ass back in bed," he said, winking.

I did a little dance as I returned to comfort. I guess it wasn't just his bed anymore. It was my bed, it was our bed. I'm sure we would get plenty of use out of it.

Sitting up, he slid the tray over my lap. Then he hopped onto the bed and tossed his arm over me.

I took a bite out of the expertly made grilled cheese, shooting him a smile.

"As soon as you finish that, Noelle, I'm going to give you dessert," he said, then pausing for a moment. "I guess it's technically dessert for me, actually. I'm sure you'll enjoy it too, though."

More chuckles, and I slapped him on the chest.

After going through fear and doubt, I had finally found my love again.

Professor Matthews was always so hard on me. Then one day he showed me he was hard for me.

I worked my ass off in college. My goal was to graduate with highest honors and only one thing stood in my way—my thesis. If there was any other professor grading it, I would have had it in the bag. But no, it had to be Professor Matthews.

He hates me. I don’t even know why, but he does. He’s always making me look like an idiot in front of the class. And it’s a big class too. He’s the most popular professor in school. With his pale blue eyes, that scruff on his chin, and his…well, it’s easy to see why.

Unfortunately I totally screwed up! I needed a break, just a little time away to clear my mind, so I went to my first college party. Things didn’t go as I planned and I ended up sleeping through Professor Matthew’s class when my thesis was due. He says he’s not going to give me special treatment, but I have a feeling he’ll change his mind.

**This steamy standalone story is full of Instalove, No Cheating, a horny professor, and a Happily Ever After.

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