"I've always been told what to do. I've never had to make choices. But I chose you. And when I walked into my bedroom and you were gone it hurt like hell. My whole life has been painful, living in a way that I didn't want to live. But nothing was as painful as you leaving and not talking to me. Seeing you in class was torture."
"I couldn't see you either. That's why I left class yesterday. I could see that you were feeling all the pain that I was feeling. I've never been so heartbroken."
He leaned over and took my chin in his hand. "Don't do that to me again. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. No more secrets."
"Okay." My heart was beating fast. He was going to answer all my questions. I needed to make sure that him liking me wasn't part of the reason why he was getting divorced. "When did you file for divorce?"
"Last year I walked in on Isabella having sex with someone else in our bed. I filed for divorce the next day."
"And came here?"
"Yes."
He was back to his short answers. I remembered Melissa telling me that Professor Hunter had been fired from his last job. She had made a joke about how he had probably punched the dean in the face or something. "There's a rumor that you got fired from your last job."
Professor Hunter grimaced. "It's not a rumor; it's true."
"What did you do? Have sex with a student?" I asked the question as casually as possible and laughed awkwardly.
"What? No, Penny. I haven't made a habit of sleeping with students. You're the exception." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
So he hadn't gotten fired because of that. What had he done, then? He hadn't answered my question. "So, what did you do?"
"The dean of the college was the one that I walked in on having sex with Isabella. It didn't end well."
Melissa was right?!"Did you have a fist fight or something?"
"Penny, he was in my bed. It's one thing to suspect it; it's another to see it."
"You have anger problems, don't you?"
He rubbed his hand down his face and then back up. Everything he did was so sexy.
"I don't think I'd put it that way," he said.
"So what would you call it?" I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Passion maybe." He leaned over and kissed me. Any leftover anger I had disappeared when his lips touched mine. I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer to me. I wanted to make him forget his pain.
He stopped kissing me for a moment and stared at me with his piercing brown eyes. "God I missed you," he whispered.
"I missed you too."
He leaned over me and pushed a button. My seat began to slowly recline. He started to move over the center console and his ass hit the horn.
I started laughing as he straddled me. He silenced me with a kiss. His hand slid from my cheek, down my neck, and onto my breast. He squeezed it hard before letting his hand wander down to the waistline of my yoga pants.
"Professor Hunter?"
"You said there was no one around."
"Shouldn't we go back to your place?"
"You tortured me for almost a week, Penny. I'm not waiting another second. Switch places with me."
I ungracefully slid to the side and got on top of him, bumping into the door and dashboard as he laughed at me.
"Ow," I muttered.
