Idiot. I had to present in two days and he was already cutting off my wings. I picked up the book he was reading.
“Animal farm? We read that in fourth grade, Mr. Reynolds,” I said quietly this time so no one looked at us but the bus already started and there was music louder than before.
“It’s a classic about the greed of men. You should re-read it, Miss. Prescott.”
When he sighed and tried to grab the book I laughed and hid it behind me.
He wasn’t going to touch me in public. I was winning.
Except that he didn’t hesitate for one second to tickle the sides of my waist, and I moved and squealed. Mr. Reynolds had his book back in a second.
A few people looked at me and I prayed they didn’t see much. This trip was dangerous. We had to be more careful but it was impossibly ha*d to resist him. Even laughing at him and teasing him. His attention felt good. He was smart, charismatic, caring…. f**k.
I was looking at him, full blown staring at him. It’s like I couldn’t look away. I had to tear my eyes apart and he’d still noticed. His expr**sion was… indecipherable. His eyes glowed for a second.
I checked my phone again and realized I forgot to reply to my boyfriend in hours… I was too busy giggling with my professor.
Seb: I wish you were here so bad
He sent me a picture of his ha*d erection. I covered my screen fast, hoping my professor didn’t see.
“What happened?” Mr. Reynolds asked and I blushed.
“Nothing!” my hand was still covering the phone. He noticed and didn’t say anything.
When I went to Seb’s messages again, I was met with the d*ck picture one more time. Why had he sent it as a normal picture that stays in chat?!
I stared at his message for a few seconds. I haven’t had s*x with him in two weeks. Yes. Two weeks. I couldn’t do it last time because my professor massacred my a** but after that it got easier to refuse him. It was ha*d to get turned on by him.
I felt nothing when I looked at his message. This scared me. Maybe I just wasn’t horny. Seb didn’t think anything of me rejecting him because he was very busy but soon… if I didn’t go back to normal, he would call me out.
Me: Haha same babe
It felt so forced but I already sent it. I put in my headphones and listened to music as I was painfully aware of my professor’s body pr**sed against mine for hours, his cologne… his breathing, his coughs and sighs from time to time.
Another notification.
Seb: wyd? you didn’t talk much today
Me: cuz im on a trip, we just had breakfast
Seb: make some time for me… can you videocall?
He added an eggplant emoji and I knew exactly what he wanted to see. Not me. Just my body. My fault, I made him this way and I couldn’t complain now.
Me: im on the bus and my professor is sitting next to me
Seb: which one
Me: my history pro
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Seb: why are u not sitting next to Char?
Me: Her professor decided the seats and there was no space left for Mr. Reynolds.
I turned off my phone, tired of our conversation already. I was feeling apathic towards my boyfriend… especially since he said ‘I love you’.
How was I going to spend the next four hours like this? We would have lunch at 1 PM but I was already feeling hungry.
“Do you have anything to eat?” I asked my professor.
He didn’t hesitate for one second to search through his backpack. He found a sandwich and handed it to me. I thanked him.
As I was eating it, I realized it was too good. “Don’t tell me your wife made this.”
He rolled his eyes and continued reading. Isn’t he bored of that book already?
“Did she, though?” I asked again after I finished it. I hoped he had another one. For him not me.
“No. I made it. My wife works and I’m not a child.”
“You made a very good sandwich.”
“Well, thank you. Glad you liked it.”
“Do you cook?” I could imagine him cooking… baking… filled with flour over his naked body.
“Yes, not to be c**ky but I am a great cook.” I loved this. I wish I could taste his food.
“Does Grace cook?”
He seemed a bit tense hearing me say her name so casually. “She tries.”
I laughed. “I can’t cook either, besides basic stuff.”
“At least you will survive. My wife can’t make a fried egg without burning down the kitchen. Before me, she only gave Mia takeout.”
I was surprised at his confession.
“Not to belittle her or anything,” he added, “she does most of the cleaning.”
“Not a fan of cleaning, huh?” I smiled, remembering I had a maid, but I would often clean my own room because I hated people going through it.
“I’d rather cook all day or mow the grass.”
“It’s so meticulous, too much attention to detail,” I said.
He shook his head. “No, I love details. But it just feels monotonous.”
“Cutting grass isn’t?”
“At least I’m in the sun, walking.” His accent came out so british.
We both laughed. I felt like I was getting to know him better than before.
Eighteen hours later we finally reached Pennsylvania where we were doing the presentation essay.
My professor and I would chat from time to time but we kept it friendly and I ignored my phone messages completely. I only watched Netflix shows.
When we stepped out of the bus and saw the hotel, we all clapped. It felt like an eternity had passed. The hotel was just 3 stars but it was massive. I was lucky enough to get a room with both of my friends, at least this time.
Ms. Fitzgerald didn’t hesitate to steal my history professor from me. I didn’t even know how she survived so many hours without chatting to him. I was thankful I was the one sat next to him.
They checked us in the hotel and it seemed like it took longer than arriving here because there were a lot of busses and students and they had to show us the room. My room was number 301. I wondered how far from my room my professor was… and I prayed he wasn’t too close to Ms. Fitzgerald.
When we reached the elevator, my friends yelled and we hugged each other.
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