Page 47 of Hello Kitten
His words burn me as I struggle to breathe. But I have to remind myself, this is about the sex, nothing more.
I know that’s the only way, because I want him in my life, more than I probably should. My words falter as I don’t know what to say, not sure how to take his words. My dorm comes into view and he drives to the back.
I glance around, then lean over and kiss him softly, then deeper. He groans and kisses me back, leaning against his seatbelt to tease me with his tongue.
“We’ll have more time soon. I’m sure I can get to your house this weekend,” I mumble.
“Or I’ll just have to dress up and show up at a frat party,” he teases.
“But we’ll be careful. I really don’t want you losing your job,” I emphasize.
“Such a sweet kitten when you want to be,” he sighs.
I gaze around again to make sure that no one is looking as I get out of his car and head to my dorm as I hear him drive off.
Even as I go inside, and up the stairs to my dorm, my mind is with him. Every mark on my body, the cum that I still feel, even a shower can’t erase his touch.
Nothing can. Not anymore.
As I unlock my door and go inside, I sigh in relief that Beth isn’t here yet. I hate that I have to keep it from her, but I can’t let her know about it. I don’t need another lecture telling me how wrong I am for doing this, because I already know.
Tossing my keys on the table I go into my bedroom and flop in bed as I try to smother my smile with my pillow.
This is dangerous. I know that. It would’ve been smarter not to follow him. It would’ve been better to keep my mouth shut about my feelings. I could’ve just asked him to drive me home and then been done with it. But I didn’t.
I groan and grab my laptop to work on my essay. Better put my mind to work before I keep spiraling.
My ears perk as I hear the front door opening and closing, soft footsteps follow and I glance at my door, meeting Beth’s stare. “You aren’t normally back first.”
“I wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t go to class. After sleeping and drinking some water, taking some medicine, I feel better,” I lie, and she walks closer.
She sits on my bed. “Is seeing him still that hard?”
“No,” I grumble, blushing. “I have to get used to it, right?” My chest aches at the sight of her soft eyes.
“Let’s focus on homework,” I say, not wanting her to ask any more questions.
She nods and we get through the next two days dealing with plenty of homework and no talks about Adrian, meaning I didn’t have to lie any more than I already did.
I survived and now I’m back in the English building to be a T.A.
“I remember you did a great job on the essay and discussion of this book, Emily,” Dr. Spence says as she looks me over. I made sure to wear jeans and a cute sweater since the temperature is dipping.
I blink a few times. “You remember that?”
“Of course. How about you teach today? I already have a migraine,” she says.
I nod and prepare to teach the class, organizing the main ideas on a paper I can use to remind myself where I’m going with today’s lecture. Once I’m standing in front of the class, I feel a little nervous. I haven’t had the spotlight on me in a long while. I haven’t stood in front of a class to talk since last semester when I had to present a project.
Teaching is new. Sure I want to do it, but all these students know about me is that I’m the T.A. who checks their attendance and takes their homework. After a deep breath, I dive in, talking all about the symbolism and rhetorical devices being used inDracula.
By the time I glance at Dr. Spence and see her motioning to her watch, I wrap up my lecture and start taking questions. I’vetried to engage the class as much as possible because I don’t like monologuing. When no one has questions, I smile, go over the assignment due next class, then watch as others pack up.
Dr. Spence smiles. “A good writer and a good reader. You’d make an amazing professor.”
I smile slightly and incline my head. I haven’t really considered being a professor, but there are worse things.
Like being a lawyer and working sixty hour weeks just to make my dad happy. I can’t imagine arguing in a courtroom without crying.
