Page 52 of The Professor
Emma raises her hand and I nod at her. “Both play a role. Nature because you are born who you are, the genes you get are things that are hereditary, but nurture because the things around you do influence you, it’s impossible not to. However, I like to believe no matter what that a person can change to be who they truly want to be.” Locking her eyes with mine she continues, “No matter what that person has been through.”
Searching her honey eyes for a minute, I’m reminded that I’m standing in front of the class when someone yells out. Shit. I break my eye contact, but I can’t stop thinking about what she said. She’s trying to get me to talk to her. It’s sweet, but it’s not going to happen.
The discussion takes all of study group and I’m grateful when it’s over. Emma comes up to my desk as everyone is leaving and I look up at her from my seat.
“Yes, Miss Bower?” I ask, like I would any other time since students are still around.
“Professor Grayson, I wanted to let you know I sent in my article,” she says with a small grin. “Great, you should be proud of it no matter what happens,” I encourage.
She watches the students leave and when the last one exists, she turns her head toward me.
“What’s your plans tonight, Drake?” She asks with a sexy smile.
Standing I grab her hand and pull her to me. I press my lips to hers and let my tongue tangle with hers. I take hold of her ass, pushing my harden cock against her as I deepen the kiss. She lets out a moan and I quickly let go, remembering we are in my classroom with the door wide open.
Running my hands through my hair to try to compose myself. “Tonight I’m going out with Liam. What about you?”
“Going out with Aubrey,” she says.
“You don’t need to, but if you remember shoot me a text to let me know you’ve made it home safely,” I say.
I’ll forever worry about her since that night with Bryson. Even if I didn’t care for her the way I do, I’d still worry.
Inching a bit closer, her lips curve into a grin. “Drake, I will definitely text you when I get home. It’s sweet you’d want to know.”
It’s fucking hard keeping my hands off of her, but Professor Erickson is pissed enough at me. Last thing I need is him walking in on that.
“I like knowing you’re safe, Emma,” I honestly say.
Pushing up on her toes, she places a quick kiss on my cheek and spins to walk away. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes twinkle.
“You have a sweet side, Professor.”
Shaking my head, I grin. “Sometimes, but Emma,” I start. I take two steps toward her and she turns to face me. “Don’t forget that pussy is mine.”
She blushes slightly and bites that plump bottom lip. “Don’t forget that cock is mine.”
With that, she turns and walks out, leaving me grinning like an asshole.
* * *
Once I’m home,I check out all the progress Liam’s guys have made. The kitchen is fucking amazing, the granite countertops look great. I’m really impressed with how it came out. It’s modern and me. The neutral color paint going up looks amazing too. It’s making it feel brighter in here, which is what I wanted with the dark wood floors.
Walking up the stairs to my bedroom, I step onto the landing in the hallway and stand there for a second. It’s the first time since I can remember that the floor didn’t squeak when it was stepped on. It makes me think of Braylin.
He used to run into my room every time he heard me hit that spot. I used to laugh because he always knew when it was me. My parents could step on it and he’d know. Sitting down on my bed I think back to how excited he used to get.
I remember once time getting home late from Liam’s and I tried sneaking up the stairs. I thought I knew exactly where to step, but my damn foot hit that squeaky board and I froze. My dad thought I was home long ago and I didn’t want him catching me. After a few seconds of dead silence I carefully walked into my room, closing the door slightly behind me. Blowing out a sigh of relief, I kicked off my sneakers. Seconds later my door cracked open and I closed my eyes thinking I was caught, but I wasn’t. It was Braylin. He came in with a smile on his face and jumped onto my bed.
“You’re late,” he said with a little grin.
“I know, but you know what? As brothers we always have to have each other’s backs and if you came home late I’d never tell dad,” I said, hoping he’d agree with me.
He thinks on it for a minute and shakes his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. “Yeah I’ll always have your back Drake and I won’t tell dad, if you take me out for ice cream tomorrow.”
What a little conniving shit. He’s sitting on my bed with a big ass smile knowing he’s got me. I don’t think he’d tell on me, but I can’t risk it either.
Sitting on the bed next to him, I hold out my hand. “Shake on it, brother.”
