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“How much did you have to drink?” I inquire.

“I no-no,” he mumbles.

I sigh because there’s no use in trying to pluck more information out of him until morning. But I am concerned he might get in trouble for underage drinking. That has to be against the rules for student athletes. But again, that’s something I’ll have to talk to him about when he’s sober and able to form coherent thoughts.

Carefully, I help Ben into my house, guiding him to the spare bedroom. I leave him there briefly to grab a bottle of water and some aspirin. Heaven knows he’s going to need those for his hangover tomorrow.

When I return, Ben is stripping out of his clothes, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Why didn’t you wait to do that?” I grumble, fighting the urge to stare at his perfect body. It wouldn’t be right to ogle him while he’s inebriated like this and unable to give consent to anything.

“I no wike cwoz,” he argues, somehow sounding more drunk and equally as tired.

I exhale with a sigh, moving to set the water and aspirin on the nightstand, keeping my gaze off Ben. “Drink all of the water and take two aspirin,” I command in a tone I hope he won’t argue with.

“Yes, Daddy,” he mumbles, grabbing the bottle of water.

Shaking my head, I wish he wouldn’t call me that right now.

Ben unscrews the cap and guzzles down a good portion of the bottle, making me happy.

“If you need anything, let me know,” I tell him, heading for the door.

He hums his agreement, and by the rustling of the blankets, I know he’s climbing into bed. I want nothing more than to climb in with him and hold him, but I refuse to take advantage of someone who’s had too much to drink, so I force my feet to walk out the door to my bedroom.

Thankfully, it’s a Friday night, and I don’t have to work tomorrow because I highly doubt I’m going to sleep well tonight. especially with the boy who has been invading all my dreams sleeping across the hall.

The sun wakes me up way too early.

Eventhough I’vebarely slept, Iwon’t be able to go back to sleep, so I throw on a pair of sweats anda ratty old T-shirt, then head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

Once it’s going, Ihead to check on Ben, quietly opening the door and peering in to make sure he’s okay. He’s still fast asleep, but he’s kicked off the blankets and is lying spread eagle on the bed, his cock resting heavy against his thigh. My own dick thickens at the sight, and I instantly feel like a creep. Quickly, I close my eyes and softly shut the door, not wanting to disturbhim, and head back to the kitchen.

Needing to keep myself busy, I start whipping up some pancakes. I’ll be able to keep them warm in the oven for when Ben eventually wakes up. Heaven only knows when that will be. That boy drank a hell of a lot last night, and sleep will help him recover.

While I cook, my thoughts keep drifting to my time with Ben at the resort. Never in my life was I more alive than I was in those few days. I wanted more from him, but he insisted it was for the best that we didn’t exchange numbers, and I didn’t argue. I knew how busy my life was, and letting him go seemed like the responsible thing to do. But now he’s back in my life, and he wants me.

I still don’t have time to give him all the attention he deserves, but he was insistent on not wanting a boyfriend because he’ll also be busy once the hockey season starts. He wants something purely physical. I want to fight it, but the idea is insanely intriguing.

With the pancakes done and in the oven to keep warm, I head to my kitchen table, where my laptop is, and pull up the policy on faculty dating students. If I’m going to take the plunge with Ben, I have to ensure this doesn’t go against the rules before I make up my mind.

CHAPTER NINE

BEN

Something sweet tickles my nose as my body begins to wake, but I groan when I move. Why do I hurt so bad? And why won’t my head stop throbbing?

Slowly, I open my eyes but instantly shut them when the bright light from the window burns my retinas. Fuck, that hurt like a son of a bitch.

I try to figure out why I’m so tired and in pain, and the memories of last night slowly trickle in. I went to a house party at Parker’s and clearly drank too much, if the sharp pain in my skull is any indication.

With much morestrength than it should take, I force my eyes open again, blinking several times until my eyes adjust, though they still burn. I don’t typically forget to shut my blinds, but considering I was drunk enough to forget a whole hell of a lot, it makes sense I didn’t do it when I got home.

Once I’m able to keep my eyes open without the intense burning sensation, I look around. This is not my room.

Where the fuck am I?

It takes me a minute of staring at the unfamiliar space for the memories of the rest of last night to come flooding back.

Fuck.

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