Page 53 of Pleasuring Professor Pisces
“It’s all good. You’re my thug.”
“And you’re my little nerd.”
“Wait a minute. I’ve never been called that.”
“You know your little corny, artsy ass is a nerd, baby.”
“Whatever. You love this little nerd.”
“I do.” I stared at her for several seconds before I spoke again. “Do you have any regrets?” I asked as the server came and brought our wine and glasses.
She waited until after the server left before she replied. “About what?”
“Us. The school. Anything.”
Koi sighed and dropped her hands in her lap. “I try not to have regrets, but I often have them. The only regret that I have right now is not making a stand for our love sooner. I should have gone to the dean and been honest about what happenedbetween us on the island. I’m sure that we could have gotten your classes switched.”
“Which is what I didn’t want. I welcomed the challenge of being in your class, learning from you, and learning about myself. Being in that class with you and not being able to pursue you at first taught me a valuable lesson in self-discipline. It taught me restraint, but it also made me want you that much more.
“Anyway, you should never have regrets. It might not always be easy to go through some things, but those things we consider mistakes only serve to help us grow in the end. Learn from them, challenge yourself, and become the best version of you that you can be.”
“I know you’re right. Do you have any regrets?”
“Hell nah.”
“Not even about not pursuing me sooner?”
I shook my head. “You needed time to grow and to come into the knowledge that you and I were meant to be. If I had approached you sooner, then I would have pushed you away, and it would have been harder to reach you. I love you, girl, and I don’t regret a damn thing.”
We talked for a while longer as we waited for the server to return with our meals.
“How’s everything coming along with the center?” she asked me as we dug into our meals.
“Everything’s going great. We’re getting a lot of referrals, donations, and I’m feeling good about the work we do. Some of the men come through our doors, doubtful about what they can accomplish or if we’ll be able to help them. But after two weeks, their minds have drastically changed. I’m blessed to be a part of that.”
“I’m proud of you, baby. Sitting back watching you achieve your dreams and help others is so rewarding and fulfilling. I feelgood. I have an amazing man by my side, we have a beautiful home, and we’re building our future.”
“We’ll be building our future when I pop my seed in you. I plan to keep you barefoot and pregnant. You’ll be walking around doing your art with a belly as big as a beach ball.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“What?”
“How many babies do you think I’m carrying in this body, sir?”
“Man, I was an only child. I’m planning on having at least twelve kids.”
She spit out her wine, her eyes bulged, and her forehead scrunched up. “Have you lost your damn mind, Salem?”
“Nah.”
“Are you having multiple wives?”
“Nope.”
“Are you planning to adopt?”
“It was not on my list.”
