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He turned toward me. "I'm hoping to change your mind about something."
"About what?"
"I already gave you your hint."
Addiction - Chapter 16
Monday
"Hey," Professor Hunter said softly. He rubbed his hand on my cheek.
I opened my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. He was looking at me intently with his dark brown eyes. He looked excited.
I looked out the window. "Where are we? Philly?"
Professor Hunter laughed. "No, not Philly."
I looked out the window again. "Are we in New York?"
"I don't think you've experienced it the same way that I have."
"Because I'm not rich?"
He shrugged. "I want to show you my New York."
I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was only 10:30. "You like speeding."
"I tend to do everything efficiently."
"You mean fast." I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.
He bit his lip. "Penny," he said and grabbed my hand. "I know what I want. I want you. All of you. I know that I'm older than you. And I may be ready for something more serious than..."
"I didn't mean anything by it."
"Still."
"I'm running just as fast beside you." I squeezed his hand.
He leaned toward me until his lips were an inch from mine. "Okay," he whispered and opened up my door from the inside. He leaned back in his seat and quickly got out.
I swallowed hard and stepped out of the car. The city was loud. There wasn't anything appealing about it to me. But when I looked over at Professor Hunter smiling at me, I realized there was one thing. Him. I'd go anywhere for him. I walked over to him and clasped my hands behind his neck as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. "I like New York better already."
"Well you're about to like it even more." He turned toward the building closest to us. "Because Totonno's Pizzeria isthebest pizza."
"You brought me all the way to New York to prove a point?"
"One of the reasons." He opened the door to the pizzeria.
The floor looked like a checker board and the walls were covered in frames of newspaper clippings, awards, and black and white family photos. It was quaint and not at all where I had expected to end up. But it was perfect.
"This is your favorite pizza place?"
"Yes. Grab us a seat." He walked up to the counter in the back while I sat down at a table for two by the window. I wasn't sure what I expected. There was still so much I didn't know about him. But he was trying.
"This place doesn't really seem like you," I said as he sat down across from me.
"What do you mean?"
