He put his hands on my waist. "It's good that all you dreamed about was kissing. Because I want to make all your fantasies come true. And if it was something else, I'd be obliged to comply. Even though your parents are going to be home any minute."
I wouldn't have thought having Professor Hunter in my bedroom would have been sexy. But he made everything we did sexual somehow. I ran my hand along the scruff on his jaw line. "James, I'm so nervous."
"I know. I'm nervous too."
"What if they freak out?"
"We'll figure it out together."
I glanced at the window. "We should probably go downstairs."
"We probably should." But instead of getting up to go downstairs, he leaned forward and kissed me.
I let myself get lost in his kiss. I needed the distraction. I needed to think that everything was going to be okay. "You're good at distracting me."
He smiled and ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine.
I sighed and climbed off his lap. "Okay, let's go downstairs," I said and I smoothed my shirt down.
"Penny, it's going to be okay." He gave me a small smile as he stood up.
"How can you be so sure?"
"As long as I have you, everything will be okay."
That was sweet. But it was also naive. My parents were going to kill me. And him. I felt like I was going to throw up. I grabbed his hand and led him out of my room and down the stairs.
Addiction - Chapter 24
Wednesday
"What's the game plan?" I asked. "Should I just tell them everything real quick? Just throw it all out there?"
James rubbed his thumb against my palm.
"So, slow then? Just let it all unravel?" I bit my lip.
"Take a deep breath, Penny."
I heard a car door slam outside. "Oh God." I squeezed James' hand. I felt like I was going to faint. "Try to look natural, okay?"
"Natural. Got it."
"You're dressed really professorly today by the way. I don't know whether that's a good or bad thing."
"Professorly?" James laughed. "Yeah, that's not a word."
"Now I'm making up words. How am I going to tell them that I'm dating my professor when I can't even talk?!"
"Luckily I'm not your professor anymore. Does that make it any better?" He was smiling at me.
"Not really."
"I think maybe it makes it a little better." He raised his eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe a little better." My heart beating seemed to be the only sound in the room.
"Thanks for doing this. It means a lot to me." He squeezed my hand. "More than you know."
