Page 63 of The Professor
The restof the weekend and following week goes by quickly and before I know it I’m sitting in class the day before Spring Break. They are taking a test and my mind starts to wonder, thinking about everything that happened. There will never be a time I don’t blame myself for what happened to Braylin, it is my fault. I understand the accident wasn’t caused by me, but my selfish decision had consequences. Those consequences unfortunately cost my brother everything. That’s not something you forgive yourself for, not something you move past. It’s something that you live with the best way you can.
Telling Emma was, in some strange way I’ll never understand, therapeutic. I’ve never felt that way before, never thought I’d tell anyone who didn’t already know. But Emma, damn, she made is impossible. She’s going to make one hell of a psychologist, which is why I told her that all those resumes need to be mailed by today. She’s destined for amazing things.
Checking my watch, I stand up. “You have five more minutes, so finish up.”
I told my Friday study group that there was no point getting together. They need the break and I sure as hell need it. Once this class is over that’s it. Emma and I will have endless time together and I can’t fucking wait.
“Time’s up. Drop your test off on my desk on your way out. Have a great vacation.”
Standing up I wait for all the students to leave and I gather the tests, sticking them in the folder I have for this class. As I put it in my briefcase, I hear the door close and I turn my head. It’s as though my entire body relaxes when I see her.
“Miss Bower, what can I do for you?” I ask, as she steps up to me.
She wraps her slender arms around my neck and pushes up on her toes to kiss me. My hands rest on her tight ass, as my tongue explores her mouth.
“I have a suggestion, Professor Grayson,” she says with a beautiful smile.
“Let’s hear it.”
“We spend all of our time at your house, which I love don’t get me wrong, but I was thinking how about just for tonight we spend it at my dorm? All my roommates are gone and pretty much all the students who room there. What do you think?” She asks with a bit of a shaky voice.
Pressing my lips to hers, I rest my forehead against her. “I love it.”
“Really?” She asks full of excitement.
“Really. I’ll go home and get some stuff and stop at the store, we’ll make dinner. You, however, need to get those resumes mailed out,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.
Laughing, she nods her head. “Deal.”
I wait a few minutes after she leaves to walk out of my class and lock it behind me.
A few hours later, I knock on Emma’s door. She opens it, looking gorgeous as always. Her hair is pulled away from her face, no makeup on, and she has on a simple yellow sundress, but she still takes my breath away.
Dropping the bags I have in my hands, I pull her to me and kick the door closed behind us. I kiss her and she melts into me. I fucking love when she does that, it gives me a rush.
“Hey,” I say with a grin.
“Hey.”
I grab the bags of food and place them on the counter. “I figured we’d have fried chicken since you like it so much last time.”
Digging through the bags, she helps me get everything out. “Good choice, I’m starving.”
She starts getting out bowls for the eggs, flour, and bread crumbs. We get everything ready and drop the chicken into the egg wash.
Turning to look at her, I lift an eyebrow. “Did you mail out all those resumes?”
Pursing her lips, she taps her chin with her finger. “Hmm.”
“That better be a joke.”
Laughing she nods her head. “Yes, I mailed all of the resumes out. It’ll be awhile before I hear anything so can we just forget it for a bit?”
Dipping my fingers in the flour, I flick a bit at her. “Confidence, Miss Bower.”
A mischievous grin hits her lips as she grabs a bit of flour. Tilting my head, I raise an eyebrow, daring her.
I don’t know why I bother because she throws it at me, getting it all over the side of my face and shirt. I grab some flour and so does she. We stalk each other around the kitchen, watching each other with grins on our faces. When I step closer to her, she screams, which makes me laugh each time. Before I know it, there is flour flying all over and we are both covered in it. We continue to throw it as we laugh and I love these carefree moments. These times where it’s just us and the rest of the world doesn’t matter. There are no problems, no worries, no consequences.
