Miss Arden {wlw-professorxstudent}

Chapter 18

*This took forever, as I kept putting it off, but here it is. Don't have any expectations. I need hell or heaven or my inspiration iykyk TW SMUT
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KALINA'S POV:
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. This was a disaster. This was a catastrophe. There was milk all over the floor. I hated myself.

"Ugh!", the wipes I had brought did nothing to contain the ever growing spot on the floor. I wiped and wiped and jumped out of my skin, when I heard the sliding doors to the kitchen open and saw Katherine, beautiful, tired, messy-haired Katherine, walking in.

"What's going on?", she asked, her words laced with a chuckle. I groaned.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to make us pancakes. But I couldn't find the butter and you had no blueberries, so I cut up some bananas but suddenly the milk was falling and then it was on the floor and then everything either burnt or joined the milk", I pointed in all kinds of directions.

She walked over with an amused expression and soft and tired eyes.

"That's really sweet of you, darling. But you know, you could have asked me for help", I nodded, embarrassed, as she started helping me with the cleaning up.

"Seen as half the ingredients are in fact still alive, why don't I make us some pancakes and you go shower the vomit out of your hair", she ruffled my hair and I groaned.

"I wanted to do something for you but there was definitely too much wine last night", she huffed matter-of-factly and nodded her agreement. She looked really cute in her sweatpants, so I leaned in and kissed her, before standing up and throwing the wipes away.

"Well, if you want to help, go shower and I'll clean up and prepare all the actual ingredients for us to make pancakes together, alright?", I nodded my head with verve.

"That sounds great, Katie", I said and quickly hugged her, running up the stairs to the bathroom.

"The towels are in the drawer next to the sink!", she shouted after me and I made a sound of appreciation.

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Her shampoo smelled just as lemony as her hair did and it made me feel all giddy. I was smiling from ear to ear, when I stepped out of her walk-in shower. One of my favourite scents now clinging to my hair.

Wrapping my wet hair up in a towel on top of my head, I manoeuvred my old clothes out of my dripping hair's way and wrapped myself in a towel out of the drawer.

I leaned over to open the bathroom door and pocked my head out.

"Katie! Do you have a change of clothes for me?", I shouted to gather her attention from the kitchen.

"Yeah, wait a minute, I'll bring it to you", I closed the door and started folding my dirty clothes while waiting for her. I put my panties back on as, well, we were not really on the sharing-underwear level. Until a rhythmic knock disturbed the silence.

"Baby?", I blushed at the nickname and rushed to open the door. She turned to hand me the clothes but stared at me, when her eyes fell to my wet skin. I felt a bit queasy, the longer we stood in front of each other unmoving, with my hair dripping down my nape.

I had to admit the rather small towel around my body left very little to the imagination and my stomach did a flip, when her eyes caught onto a droplet of water and followed it down my chest and down the valley between my breasts, which, judging by the hungry look in Katherine's eyes, could have been exposed and not covered by one of her soft towels. She cleared her throat.