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Sophia’s POV
Ian pecked me, kissing my forehead and my cheek before kissing my nose too. I giggled, melting into his touch while he wrapped his arms around my waist protectively. I loved it when we were like this. When he held me like he couldn’t afford to let me go. Like he never wanted to let me go.
“Look left and right before you cross the road,” he said against my neck, his hot breath making me shiver. If he kept up with that, I might just have to seduce him into fucking me in his office, even though we both agreed that that wouldn’t do that again. Just so we wouldn’t get caught. It was better to be on the safer side.
“I’m not a child,” I reminded him. “You make me feel so little.”
“Do I?” He asked with a smirk.
“Yes, you do,” I answered with a pout. “How old are you anyways?”
“Older than you think,” he answered with a shrug. “Your Uber is waiting outside, we don’t want to keep him waiting. Make sure you call me when you get home. Okay?”
“Yes, yes,” I answered with a roll of my eyes and picked up my bag. He kissed the side of my lips, and then kissed my forehead. My heart was beating so fast thy I feared he could hear it.
I bit my cheek and sighed, heat crawling up my cheeks.
“Take care of yourself,” he said and kissed my lips before holding my hand and leading me outside to his gate. I blushed as he kissed my cheek once again and opened the gate for me. I stepped outside and he didn’t follow me. I sighed. I could understand that he had to protect my career, and I also had to be careful because of my academics but I doubted anyone from the school could see us here. But still I was better to be careful than to end up regretting later. I smiled at him and tuned around while he closed the gate. I walked to the Uber and got into his car then he drove off.
“So how did your weekend go?” Jenny asked the moment I stepped into our room. She had her books laid out on the bed. It seemed like she was reading.
“Wow…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you reading ever since we resumed,” I said as I closed the door behind me and locked it. I walked to my bed and plopped down on it.
“You didn’t answer my question…and that’s not your cloth,” she noted. “Did you even go to classes today?”
“Yes, Jenny, I did.”
“And did he also come to class?” She asked. I nodded. Heat crept up my cheeks as I remembered how I couldn’t stop thinking of how he fucked me instead of trying to concentrate in his class. At least I was able to do my best in the test he had given up because I had started reading ahead.
“Yes, Jenny, he did,” I answered with an overdramatic sigh.
“And with the way you’re blushing, I’m suspecting that you and him had sex in his office again?” She asked and then gave me a look I didn’t like. “It’s risky that you’re sleeping with your lecturer,” she began with a whisper. “But sleeping with him in his office?”
“No, Jenny. We didn’t,” I answered with a roll of my eyes. “Did you think I’d do that again and risk someone finding out that he and I are sleeping together?” I whispered harshly. “I’m not that stupid.”
“I’m sorry…I’m just looking out for you,” she answered with a sigh. “Well? How was your weekend?” She asked again. “And did you wear his clothes to school?”
“My weekend was fine. And yes, it’s just his hoodie. Mine tire this morning while I was at his place,” I explained.
“Oh,” she answered with a casual shrug. “How’s his house? Is it beautiful?”
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The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor
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