only yours[ᵒⁿ ʰᵒˡᵈ]

chapter 9

THE THOUGHT OF my professor leaves me feeling different emotions. Emotions I can not describe—it's not not attraction but it's also not attraction. You get what I mean? When I'm around him I'm nervous, I get this funny feeling in my stomach which obviously I know is to be 'butterflies.' I've read enough romance novels to realise that.

I don't want to be attracted to him, he's my professor. First, it would never work out between the two of us as he doesn't find me attractive in that type of way for sure. Second, he is my professor!

I decided not to go into my classes today. It's Friday and I can not be bothered to deal with the two males. One I have a desired hatred towards and the other, well you know what. Alyssa was concerned when she found me in the bathroom sat under the running shower fully clothed—asking me if I was okay and wondering what I was doing which to I responded with, 'I'm fine' 'showering.'

She didn't believe my blatant lie but that's all I could muster up in the early hours after getting almost no sleep throughout the night. I'm always on edge, feeling as if Cameron is going to stalk his way to me even though he won't. I hope.

But I'm also finding myself missing the glorious face of Professor Wade, his features and everything that just makes him him.

The book I'm holding currently in my hands, I'm not able to focus on—fidgeting with anticipation with what Wades response will be to reading annotations.

Fuck it. I'm too curious to do anything other than go up to him and ask if he's read it, it's not even been a day so who actually knows if he's finished?

I stand up from my place, quick king dressing myself into a black mini skirt with a cream, knitted sweater. My black converse take cover of my feet—of course; I open my dorms door and begin to walk down the dreaded hallways that seems to go on forever. I'm scared. No, excited. I don't know what I'm feeling but all I know is that what I'm doing is probably really stupid.

IM STOOD IN FRONT of my professor, he has that usual smug smirk on his pretty lips. His eyes trailing my figure with a certain desire in them. His pupils dilated as they take in the sight before him, me. I'm quite obviously shaking with nerves but not anxious ones. The halls empty, it being lunch time and him having a cleared schedule for the rest of the day.

"Erm, have you read my annotations?" I hesitantly speak to him, an amused look covers his face and that does not help towards my shaking body.

"So eager to get back the filth you read Ms Eros, yes I have," he takes a further step to me—our breathing in sync as his chest is so close to my own, "My my, Cilia you are into some quite interesting things. I wouldn't take you to be the type with your innocent looks which I can't seem to pull myself away from."

"What do you mean?" His hand touches my face, my cheeks beating up against my will and I inwardly groan at how embarrassing I must look. He leans forward, his lips caressing my cheekbone as his hot breath reaches my ear.

"I think you know what I mean." Fuck. I take a step back but he follows me, not letting me leaving—his hand reaches out to grab my own, "Don't leave Cilia, we both know why you're truly here." I shake my head too quick for him to believe me.

"You're my Professor." I mutter, he lets out a deep breathy laugh tipping his head backwards—the notch on his throat bobbing as if he's trying to swallow.

"Yes I am, but I think that's what makes this so fun hm?" Rough fingers turn my head upwards to look at him—my eyes settling on his face whilst my breath hitches in my throat, "oh you like that don't you, the fact I'm your Professor and you're attracted to me makes you feel..aroused."