Dirty Secret With My Professor

He closed the door and stood in front of me, my back was against the wall, which was next to the door. I clutched my booklet against my chest. He caged me in with both of his hands against the wall on either side of my head, his lips only inches away from mine. My breath hitched, and I swallowed. "What are you doing?" I asked, which is barely a whisper. "You failed my test, and I want to help you," he says low enough for me to hear. I must admit that it sends goosebumps throughout my body. "I would appreciate the help." I swallow as I look at his lips. "I have a deal that I want to make with you," he rasped. "What is the deal?" I managed to ask breathlessly.