Between the desks

Chapter 90

Elizabeth's POV

I couldn't shake the feeling. The rest of my day was a blur—lecturing, grading papers, even interacting with my students—it all felt distant, as if I were operating on autopilot. My mind kept circling back to Amren, replaying our moments together, the words we exchanged, the tension that had hung in the air like a live wire. I had no idea what was happening to me, but I knew one thing for certain—I was flustered, shaken, and completely consumed by the thought of her.

When Scarlett texted me about grabbing coffee, I almost sighed in relief. I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of my own head for a little while. So we met up, and for a couple of hours, I managed to keep things casual. We talked about work, her latest dating escapades, and life in general. But the entire time, my thoughts kept drifting back to Amren—the way she had left me trembling, needy, barely able to hold myself together. The kind of tension she created in me wasn't something I was used to. It was dangerous, exciting, and so intense that I didn't know how long I could keep it hidden.

Nobody needed to know. Not yet, anyway.

By the time I got home, I felt restless, my nerves buzzing with unresolved energy. I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a long sip. The first glass was purely to take the edge off, to calm the jittery feeling in my chest. But as I poured a second, savoring the taste this time, I realized I wasn't just restless. I was... aroused. My body hummed with a need I had tried to ignore all day. The desire that had taken root inside me during that encounter with Amren was still very much alive, refusing to be forgotten.

I tried to distract myself by making dinner. I put on some music, singing along as I boiled water for pasta, hoping that the normalcy of cooking would calm the heat rising in me. I even danced around the kitchen, laughing at myself, trying to shake off the lingering tension, but it didn't work. The more I moved, the more my thoughts returned to her—her voice, the way she had leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. My heart raced just thinking about it.

By the time I sat down to eat, three glasses of wine in, I could no longer push the thoughts aside. The need for her had become a low, constant thrum in my body, impossible to ignore. I stared at my phone, wondering if I should text her, if that was even a good idea. But with the wine giving me a little extra confidence, I decided to go for it. After all, she had left me a trembling mess earlier, and I wasn't about to let that go unanswered.

I took a deep breath and typed the message.

Me: When are you free?

I barely had time to second-guess myself before my phone buzzed. She responded within a minute, quick and eager, as if she had been waiting.

Amren: Well, hello there, professor. How about tutoring tomorrow?

Her words sent a shiver down my spine. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing me with that title, turning the dynamic on its head once again. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my heart racing. I wasn't sure where this sudden surge of boldness was coming from, but I didn't want to stop.

Me: We have unfinished business.

I could practically feel her smirk through the screen. Her reply came quickly, playful and taunting, like she was daring me to match her energy.

Amren: Oh? Do we?

My pulse quickened. The tension between us had shifted into something sharper, something filled with both anticipation and challenge. I wasn't about to let her get the upper hand again, not tonight.

Me: Don't be a brat.

There was a pause. I waited, my breath catching in my throat, and then her response came, dripping with that same flirtatious defiance that drove me wild.