The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Sophia’s POV

“Do you need help packing?” Jenny asked from the doorway. When I was a normal human girl, I’d have flinched but I wasn’t normal and I wasn’t human. I had smelt her coming minutes before she even got here.

“I don’t know what to pick and what to leave,” I murmured with a slight frown on my face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be packing everything?” She asked, confusion in her tone as she walked in. “Why are you leaving anything behind anyways?”

“Because,” I answered with a shrug. “Whenever I come here again, I’ll need those clothes.”

“You mean when you come here and spend days here, leaving me alone in the house?” She asked. I could hear her frown.

“Well if you want to put it that way,” I answered and turned around, giving her a grim smile. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh, you have a thing with Jacob anyways. You can come here with me anytime I’m coming here. You guys can always have a rematch of the last time.”

“Sophia!” She chided but I continued anyways.

“Or you guys already had a rematch when I was up here?” I asked, turning around and raising a brow at her.

Her heart was beating fast and her cheeks had turned crimson. “Oh wow,” I murmured. “You two did have a rematch.”

“No such thing happened,” she defended with a slight frown. “We didn’t have a rematch or whatever,” she rolled her eyes.

“So? What happened?” I asked. “And what’s with you turning all red? Oh and you do know I can hear your heart beating fast.”

“Hehe,” she rolled her eyes once again. “Jacob and I haven’t spoken since that day,” she answered quietly, rubbing her arms.

I frowned. “That’s such a dick move.”

“Yeah well he has always been a dick,” she murmured in reply. “Oh wait. They can hear us, right?”

I shrugged and turned around to continue folding my clothes. “Uh, no, don’t pick that one,” she said. “Leave that her.”

I stared at the silky body con dress. “Why?”

“Uh, so you can wear it to seduce Ian anytime you’re here, duh,” she answered, rolling her eyes. “Plus when did you get that? It’s…not your style,” she pointed out.

“Oh I got this one of those days I was trying to like, step out of my comfort zone. I never wore it anyway,” I answered, eyeing the dress before throwing it back into the closet and then I closed my box.

I dragged it to the bed and sat down next to her. “Soph?” She called out.

“Yeah?” I asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I know it’s been hard for you, trying to adjust to this new life, and me being around you, it’s tempting for you isn’t it?” She asked quietly.

My first instinct was to lie but I brushed that off. There was no use of lying to her. She’d read it off me somehow, even though I had managed to perfect my stoic look.

I sighed and rubbed my head. “Yeah, it is hard sometimes,” I admitted. “But I’m getting used to it. Plus, I need you to know I’d never hurt you. You’re my best friend.”

“I know that,” she said softly with a smile. She stretched her arms tentatively, coming closer to me. I stiffened, but then forced myself to relax and pull her into a hug. She relaxed in my home with a sigh. “I miss when we used to cuddle and stuff.”