Between the desks

Chapter 24

Amren's POV

I woke up slowly, my body tangled with someone else's. The warmth against me was a reminder of what had happened last night. Jess. Her name came back to me like a soft whisper. I blinked my eyes open, and there she was—her naked body illuminated by the soft morning sun streaming through the blinds. Her skin seemed to glow, a beautiful silhouette in the early light. For a moment, I just stared, taking it all in.

Last night had been... intense. We'd gone on for hours, losing ourselves in each other, in the heat of it all. My body was still buzzing from the sensation of her touch, her lips, the way she had made me forget—if only for a while.

But then, like an unwelcome guest, the thoughts of last night resurfaced. Professor Olsen and Coach Johansson. That dance. The way their bodies moved together, so close, so intimate. Was it more than just dancing? Did they go home together?

I closed my eyes, trying to push the thought away. Stop it, Amren. It's none of your business. She's your professor, for god's sake. But the image wouldn't leave. The way Professor Olsen's hand slid down Coach Johansson's back, how they looked at each other, their bodies pressed so closely together on that dance floor. It stirred something in me I didn't fully understand, and I hated that.

Maybe that's why I had been so turned on last night. Maybe watching them had awoken something inside of me, something I couldn't control. I had tried to drown it out with Jess, and it had worked—for a while. But now, with the morning light, those feelings crept back in.

A voice pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. "Good morning, beautiful," Jess whispered, her voice husky from sleep.

I turned my head to look at her, forcing a smile. "Good morning," I replied, my voice soft. She leaned over and kissed me, her lips warm and lazy from sleep.

"Last night was amazing," she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

I nodded, kissing her back lightly, but my mind was elsewhere. "I'm going to shower," I murmured, slipping out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor.

As I stood, I heard Jess laugh softly behind me. "Nice butt!" she teased, making me chuckle as I gave my ass a playful smack. At least she was in a good mood. I needed to clear my head.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as I stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection seemed distant, my mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Why can't I stop thinking about her? I shouldn't care about what Professor Olsen does or who she's with, but the jealousy that had knotted my stomach last night hadn't disappeared. If anything, it was worse now. I can't feel like this. I can't.

The water was scalding as I stepped in, but I welcomed the sting. I scrubbed my skin harshly, trying to wash away the remnants of last night—the alcohol, the smoke, and the lingering thoughts of her. I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade down my body, hoping it could somehow cleanse my mind as well.

But then, I felt it—two hands sliding up my hips, warm and familiar. I hadn't heard Jess come in, hadn't noticed her joining me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely registered her touch until she pressed her body against mine, her breath hot against my neck.

I turned around to face her, forcing myself to be present. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire. I kissed her, hard and deep, needing the distraction. I need this, I told myself. I need to forget. Jess grunted into the kiss, her hands finding their way to my ass, squeezing as she pushed me back against the cold tiles of the shower.

I moaned, letting myself get lost in the moment again. Jess's fingers trailed down my body, and I gasped as she touched me where I needed her most. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, our bodies pressed together under the hot spray of water.

Forget Professor Olsen, I commanded myself. Just focus on this. But even as Jess's hands roamed over my body, and I gave myself over to the heat between us, that image of Olsen and Johansson kept flickering in the back of my mind. Their dance, their closeness, the undeniable chemistry.

Jess's lips moved down my neck, and I moaned again, louder this time, trying to drown out my thoughts with the sound of our bodies colliding in the small shower stall. She pressed me harder against the wall, and I let her. I needed this. I needed to lose myself in the physicality of it all, to forget the tangled mess of emotions swirling inside me.

We moved together, Jess's hands and lips working expertly, drawing moans and gasps from me. The steam surrounded us, making everything feel hazy and surreal. But despite the passion, despite the pleasure, there was a part of me that remained detached, watching it all from a distance.

As we finished, both of us breathing heavily, I leaned my forehead against the shower wall, water dripping down my face, mixing with the sweat. Jess kissed my shoulder, satisfied and content, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was chasing something I couldn't quite grasp.

Maybe it wasn't just about forgetting Professor Olsen. Maybe it was about trying to figure out what I really wanted. And that terrified me.