Page 331 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Her hand left his chest, moving up to cup his cheek, and a ragged sigh escaped him because it was like being touched by heaven.

She started to raise herself on her toes, and he bent his head.

Her lips touched his ears, and she whispered hope to his soul.

Jeremiah 29:11, Professor.

Her

Sunflower by ItsAMoney (Violin Cover)

DIANA HAD ALWAYS KNOWNthat the professor, once his mind was made up, would be the type to move fast.

What she had not realized was justhowfast he could be, and she found herself striving to keep up with his incredible pace as the professor made call after call and scheduled sessions and meetings for her, all of which he told Diana was non-negotiable. A meeting with his lawyer, personal doctor, therapist, and those were just the experts onhisside.

When she had seen that he also wanted her to speak with families whose members had once suffered from HIV and eventually died of AIDS, she had initially balked, thinking it was too much, but then he had pulled her close, brushing his lips against her forehead as he displayed his hitherto unknown skills in cajolery.

Do this for me, please,he had whispered ever so beguilingly, and that was it.

She had meekly gone on to do his bidding, and by the time he had dropped her off at university, his tender kiss on her cheek was enough to have her floating away in a daze of happiness.

It was only when she was alone in her dorm room, like now, that she found herself torn between rapturous joy and strangling anxiety.

There were times when all she could do was remember the moments his lips touched her skin, and her toes would curl so hard because she remembered them so vividly. And oh sweet heavens, but so much had changed now, and these days, he seemed to be kissing her every chance he could get.

Before entering and leaving the car. Before entering and leaving his house. Before entering and leaving the room.

Those were the moments that her heart felt fit to burst with happiness, and oh God, if only her whole life could be made up of just those moments.

But it was not.

Because what made life more beautiful was the ugly moments, and there were times when those were all she could think of. Times when it was deep in the night and, with only the silent darkness to keep her company, she couldn't help remember the moments that turned love into the most agonizing form of pain.

She had once asked him why he had never tried kissing her before, and the professor had said simply,Because it didn't feel right.

Touching you...kissing you...

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