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I kiss her again with a mischievous smirk. “Next time I won’t be so polite.” I get up briefly, flicking off the light, and pulling the blanket from the couch behind her over us, sliding it over our naked bodies.

Stay awake and slip out. You can call her later. That’s what I tell myself for a second, but it doesn’t happen. Zapped from the day, and wanting to lay next to Sophia’s soft body, I spoon behind her, finding myself not wanting to get up.

I could stay here forever. Drifting off, I don’t know what time it is when I do wake, seeing Sophia’s blissful face. She’s sleeping soundly in the crook of my arm. That’s what a good cockwill do for you. Sleep well, Sophia. I kiss her cheek, deciding she’s innocent, yet sophisticated.

A ping on my phone redirects me to slide my arm out from underneath her. Squinting, I lean over her to the floor, feeling around for my phone. Picking it up, I see it’s a text message from Makar.

MAKAR: I’ve got inside info. It’s not good. Call me.

Shit. Sighing, I grimace, not wanting to wake sleeping beauty. She looks so peaceful, and my ego is satisfied that I had a hand in putting that sappy smile on her freckled face. Slipping out, I reply to Makar.

ME: Got it. Talk in a minute.

Picking up my clothing, I quickly get dressed, checking I’ve got everything I came with. I take a hard look back at Sophia. Farewell. For now. As I open the door, her eyes fly open, staring blankly at me. I wait for her to ask where I’m going so fast, but all she does is keep staring.

There’s so many questions buried in the depth of those emerald jewels. Good. She doesn’t want to look like she’s desperate. Smart. Makes sense. She’s planning on being a lawyer, and that’s all about asking the right questions.

“Bye.” Opening the door wider, I leave without looking back because I know damn well, I’m going to get to her again.

Chapter Five - Sophia

It’s chilly in the lecture hall, but it’s full like it always is for Dr. Henry’s class. He’s very knowledgeable, especially since his class is Criminal Procedure, and it’s one I’m most deeply invested in.

Ava and I are seated in the middle row, and we never change spots. We’re not too close to the lectern and Dr. Henry’s hawk eyes. He’s a stickler in his class for people drifting off, but students learn very quickly not to as he puts them in the hot seat, and usually they never recover.

“Professor Henry is looking better and better, or is it just me?” Ava giggles as I shake my head in wry amusement. She’s had a crush on the professor from the start of the year, and I can’t understand it. He’s the sweater-vest-wearing type of professor, lanky, olive-tanned, and very serious. I peg him to be in his early fifties and not from America. That might be the contributing factors, I reason. She seems to have a thing for Poindexters. All I know is he’s a retired criminal lawyer, and I’m often the one peppering him with all kinds of weird and wonderful questions, much to the dismay of my classmates who think I own a pair of goody-two-shoes. The way I figure it, if my parents paid for my education, then I plan on getting the most out of it, even if they are dead. I would still want them to be proud of me in the afterlife.

Today, though, is not my best. My mind is back in the past to one week ago, right after Destiny Bar to be exact. The same night a tall, dark, hot, brooding stranger rocked my world and my couch until I came. I’ve reached orgasm by myself but notwith someone else. No. Fiona was the first one of us to let go of her virginity, even though Rachael and I were more experienced in the dating aspect than her. Now I understand why she wanted to talk about it all the time after Ruslan.

But this brooding stranger was the same one who slipped out of my door saying goodbye as if we had just shared a burger together and not swapped bodily fluids. Tapping my pencil that I normally use to take notes against my teeth, I wriggle in my seat. There was no chat after the mind-blowing sex. Not that I can categorize it as anything else. I don’t have anything to compare the action to.

Professor Henry’s mouth is moving, but admittedly, I can’t hear the words coming out of it. I’m too focused on the lack of words coming out of Andrei’s mouth last week. He had a body worth sinning for, and the huge serpent dragon on his back spoke of a history I wanted to know more about. I only caught a glimpse of the ink spanning over most of his back when he thought I was still asleep and desperately putting his clothes on to leave. One of my eyes remained open as I watched him review a message on his phone.

Maybe I was stop number one and there was some other girl he fucked that night. His real person waiting for him. I want to be mad about it, but I can’t stop thinking about the ripples of pleasure that flooded my system when his mouth did unspeakable things to my pussy. I would smile, but I can’t do that either. Why wouldn’t he text or call me if he had a good time?

How did I become that girl for one night? I gave it up for a stranger! A hot stranger, granted, but one who didn’t give a shit. Probably does it all the time, Sophia.

Coughing, I stare around the room for a minute, hoping nobody can read my wandering and frantic mind. Frowning, I stare at Professor Henry watching his lips move again, but his whole body turns blurry as my thoughts return to last week. On my couch. Underneath a hot, tall man who turned me into a melting slush pile. Me. Sophia.

I didn’t even know the guy’s surname, and I told him about my dead parents. D’oh. What a fuckup. What if he was lying to me about his just so he could get a lay? And where does he work? In distribution? Fuck.

“Ms. Hearst! It seems we’ve caught you in the middle of a daydream. Do you care to tell the class about it? I asked you a question.”

The abrupt call of my name yanks me out of my head, throwing me right into the frying pan of many curious eyes in the class. “Ah sorry, Professor. Could you repeat the question?” I fire back, sitting upright as Ava’s eyebrows raise in question.

“I asked you, what is the latest act passed in Illinois?”

“Umm, latest act? Do you mean the Pretrial Fairness Act? Is that the one?” I ask, barely able to recover, but knowing I’ve scoured papers and the news enough to be aware of changes going on in the state. Unimpressed, Professor Henry’s mouth presses into a thin line.

“Yes. That’s the one. You’re lucky, Ms. Hearst. And what does this mean for the state?”

Clearing my throat, I answer confidently, even if my heart has tried to make a leap out of my chest. “It means it should be a fairer system, and those charged with the state’s lowest level offenses most likely won’t be placed in a holding cell. No bail effectively.”

Professor Henry paces, but I can tell I’ve annoyed him enough not to let up on me yet. “And what kind of charges would those be, Ms. Hearst?”

Turning my mouth up to the side, I blow out a slow breath. “Misdemeanor charges like speeding, littering, weed possession, and I’m sure there’s a few more.”

“Hmm. Good. You’ve done your homework. Do you think this is a good move, Ms. Hearst?” Professor Henry peppers, placing a hand on the lectern.

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