Page 11 of Dear British Professor
I punch Jack hard in the shoulder.
He turns around to glare at me and rubs the spot where I hit him. "What was that for?"
"That's for stealing my hug," I say, and then I punch his bicep again. “And that’s for bringing up the fact that Simon has his own adoring fan club.”
Simon pushes past Jack and wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me against him. I can already feel the press of his hardening cock against me.
“I had no idea jealousy on you would be so sexy,” he laughs.
“Do you want to get punched—in the balls?” I ask.
“No, Miss Munro.” He shakes his head seriously. “But I do want to marry you.”
From the corner of my eye, I can see Jack's mouth drop open. I'm surprised I don't hear his jaw hitting the floor. I do my best to ignore Jack's reaction and focus on Simon. The look of sincere determination in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. I feel the same way about him. I didn’t want to say it out loud earlier, but I was already thinking about finishing my schooling in England.
“You aren’t asking just because Dean Ludwick found out, right?”
He shakes his head and smiles. “No, it’s pretty much been on my mind since that first night we were together.”
“Oh gross,” Jack grumbles.
Without looking, Simon points to the door. "Get out."
Jack starts for the door, grumbling under his breath. "Of course, he'd fall in love with the first student he hooked up with."
“I know Jack is disappointed, but I’m really happy you fell in love with me because I'm so in love with you."
Simon’s grip around me tightens. “Is that a yes?”
“I can’t believe you ever thought that it might not be. Yes, I will marry you.” I kiss him and wrap my arms around his neck.
I could never have imagined that one letter could completely change my life, but life is funny that way. Like a tiny rock tossed into a pond, its ripples get bigger and bigger. And in my case, my ripples involve me spending the rest of my life with my hot British professor.
Epilogue
SIMON
I once thought that the craziest thing I’d ever do was take a job in America. Little did I know that it was just the beginning of my life, now filled with adventures.
It's been a year since my and Willa's courthouse wedding and subsequent dealings with immigration about my green card. It was a wild ride getting that all figured out, but it is worth it every day to wake up next to the woman I love.
“We will be landing at Heathrow in just a few minutes," someone announces over the loudspeaker on the plane.
I glance over a sleeping Willa and out the window, but the fog covers up most of the view below. She'd said that she wanted to see everything when we landed, but I want to let her sleep a little bit longer. The pregnancy has taken a lot out of her. So much so that I debated whether we should have made the trip to London to visit with my family, but Willa insisted.
As if she’s heard her name spoken in my mind, her eyes flutter open. She sees me and smiles.
“Are we almost there?” she asks.
I point out the window, and she turns to look. Her smile falters a bit when she can't see much.
“Sorry, sweetheart.”
“That’s okay.” She leans in and gives me a quick kiss. “You are the best view I need to see.”
The older woman across the aisle coos with delight at Willa's declaration. We both smile at her.
“You two are so adorable.”
