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Dear Professor(70)

By:Blaire Drake


I liked the way he was just…there.

“Darcy, you’re like a plank of wood,” he rumbled against the back of my neck.

“Well…I kinda need the bathroom.”

He laughed and shifted. I rolled onto my back as he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. His bright-blue eyes were hazy with sleep, and for the very first time since I’d ever seen him, he had a softness about him.

His eyes were the gateway to his soul. Without a doubt.

“Really?” he said slowly, as though he were testing it out. “Why don’t I believe you?”

I widened my eyes and gave him the most innocent look I had. “Because you’re still half-asleep and your perception of the world is altered?”

“Nope. Although good answer.”

“Thank you. But I really do need to pee.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

Sheesh. The man was a lie detector.

“Fine. I’m trying to go home. Can I go?”

“No.” He grinned and rolled on top of me.

It was a total one-eighty from the man I knew, and it shocked me. This Jordan was…almost playful. I was definitely confused, even if I was smiling.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Stopping you from going.” He dropped kisses across my neck.

“I…um…er…”

“And keeping you still so I can answer your questions about why you’re here. You don’t have class today, so if I let you run away, you’d work yourself up into such a mess that you’d come here and yell at me again.” He smiled against my jaw and pushed himself up just to look down at me. “You fell asleep on my couch. I didn’t feel comfortable waking you and making you drive home, which was obviously the right decision, because you didn’t wake up when I picked you up.”

I groaned and covered my eyes with my hand. “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.”

He leaned to the side, his laughter roaring through the air. I pulled my hand away and almost elbowed him in the head because his face was buried in the sheets at my side.#p#分页标题#e#

“What’s so funny?”

He turned his head to the side, still chuckling, and met my eyes. “You.”

I blinked harshly. “Yes. I’m hilarious. Look at me.”

“No…” He rolled to the side, despite his amusement. “You’re embarrassed I carried you to bed while you were asleep.”

“Seriously.” I sat up and looked down at him. “How is that so funny?”

“Because, now, I’m wondering how embarrassed you were the day I told you I was your favorite client.”

My tongue flicked out and slowly traced over my bottom lip. How was I supposed to tell him how that had made me feel? It certainly wasn’t embarrassed. I didn’t remember feeling like I wanted to bury my head in the sand like I kind of did right now.

“I wasn’t…embarrassed,” I said slowly, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I was mad, actually. I was really pissed off that you’d done that. It felt wrong and creepy and…a little bit stalkerish.”

I expected him to be pissed off, but he pushed himself into a sitting position and reached for me. He brushed his thumb along the line of my jaw, his eyes twitching as they narrowed just the tiniest bit.

“I felt the same,” he admitted in a low voice. “It was wrong. Is wrong. This whole fucking situation is wrong.”

I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat, but it wouldn’t budge. “So, why don’t you stop it?”

“Because…” He sighed heavily and averted his eyes for a moment. When they found mine again just seconds later, the haziness had cleared, and I found myself staring into electric pools of blue that could have been sparking with their rawness. “Because, Darcy, I want you more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone in a long time, and I don’t want to think about what would become of me if I denied myself you.”

You know you don’t necessarily need that agreement. Maybe I’m starting to want you too. Maybe I’m afraid of what would happen if I said no. Maybe not being connected to you is scarier than the possibility of being caught.

The words were on the tip of my tongue. I had no idea where they’d come from, but there they were, lingering like the taste of rich chocolate. My hand trembled in my lap, so I slid it between my thighs in the hope that he wouldn’t notice.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the alarm on the clock on the nightstand kicked in in the form of the radio. It blared out around the room, but although it was a sudden start, it didn’t shock me.