The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Jenny’s POV

I didn’t know what to he expecting when Jacob had told me to follow him after we had sex, but I certainly didn’t expect him to take me to my room and take me to the bathroom to wash me up. And then here he was, cuddling me on the bed even without saying anything.

I didn’t need him to say anything, though. I already knew what he wanted me to know. I already knew he loved me. Or he felt something for me. Something of that sort. He had already implied it.

But how did everything change so fast? Just a few weeks ago, we were telling each other that we hated ourselves. I was swearing to myself that I hated him. And now I was the one believing that he was in love with me.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady best of his heart. I wanted to ask him how he became a vampire, because I was sure he wasn’t born one. Or was he born one? Maybe that was one of the many things I didn’t know about their realm.

I didn’t want to scare him away, so I decided to remain quiet and close my eyes, breathing in rhythm to the way he was breathing until I finally drifted off into sleep.

I opened my eyes slowly, yawning and turning around on my bed with a stretch. My hand moved across the bed and I sat up slowly, realizing that Jacob wasn’t here with me.

I bit my lip and ran my hands through my hair. I didn’t think that he’d leave before I woke up. But at the same time I didn’t think that he was going to bath me or even wait for me to sleep. I didn’t think he’d want to…hold me.

I looked at the time and frowned when I realized it was almost nine in the morning. So I had slept through the night then. I hadn’t realized that I was that exhausted.

I ran my hands through my hair one more time and then forced myself to get up, walking to the bathroom and taking off the nightie I was wearing in the process. I hadn’t even realized that had dressed me up. He probably did that before he went to bed.

I ran my hands through my hair and then got under the shower, letting the water soak my hair very well before I picked up my hair products and began to wash my hair. After washing my hair I washed my body too and then went to my closet and picked out a simple dress to wear. I combed my hair and tied it before walking down the stairs barefooted.

Sophia was the one who was sitting in the living room, the tv remote in her hand as she switched through channels.

“When was the last time we watched tv?” I asked as I got to the bottom of the stairs and went to take a seat next to her.

“Well, hello there, sleeping beauty,” She murmured as she switched through another channel again. “I hadn’t expected you to sleep that much. What happened? Did Jacob wear you out?”

I went rigid. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice going defensive.

“What?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as she turned her head to look at me. “Did you guys fight or something?”

“Fight?” I repeated. “Oh no we didn’t.”

“Really? Because he looked moody when we came back,” She murmured.

“Moody? That’s…um…well I was just tired that’s why I went to sleep,” I replied. “Anyways…”

“Hmm?” She asked, raising a brow even though her eyes was trained on the television.

“What time did you come back?” I asked.

“Around 6. It was early this morning though,” she replied.

“Oh. And when did they leave?” I asked her.

“About an hour ago,” she mumbled. “Ugh! Finally! Something better to watch!” She mumbled as she finally left it at a channel that was showing love island.

I stared at the tv but wasn’t really interested in what they were showing. I was thinking about everything that happened between Jacob and I yesterday.

Everything that had happened between Jacob and I since we met. The way he followed me to the club even though Ian had requested it, and told me that if Ronan was making me feel jealous then I should make him feel jealous right back. The way he fucked my brains out that night. The way he even went out to get me clothes to wear the following morning.

How he got me the necklace even though he didn’t have to. How he came to my rescue when I called him that I felt scared that someone was watching me.

And I just realized, I didn’t hate him. If I did, I wouldn’t have gone to him when I thought I was in danger. I wouldn’t let him keep fucking me. I’d have thrown away the necklace he gave me out of spite. But I didn’t, because I felt something for him. I hadn’t figured out what it was entirely, but it wasn’t hate. And it was more than liking him.

I ran my hands through my hair with a sigh. “Did you have fun at Ian’s house?” I asked her and she nodded, turning her eyes to look at me with a bright smile.

“Yep,” she replied with a nod of her head once again.

“When are we going to his place anyways?” I asked her and she raised a brow at me. “I mean, it has been a while since we last went there.”

“Or you’re going there because of a certain hottie?” She teased, wriggling her brows.

“The only hottie I know is your boyfriend,” I replied, rolling my eyes. It was a lie. The only hottie I knew was Jacob.

“Hmm,” she replied, eyeing me before focusing on the television once again. “I told him to come pick me up tomorrow though.”

But the only thing I understand from that sentence was that I was going to see Jacob tomorrow.