Hot Night With My Professor

Chapter 46

"Te iubesc."

I frowned and looked at him. He just smiled like crazy. I was about to speak when he kissed me.

"You can think about it more." He stroked my hair. "I just want to hear your thoughts; that's why I asked, because this is about us and will be us in the near future. They might want us to get married because they are just worried about their wealth, but I am not after it. I am after your insight because you are the one I'll be asking to marry. I am not dating you for anything else, Jothea. This might be overwhelming for you now, but I understand; you're still in your early twenties. I'm fine waiting," he explained, staring at me.

He caressed my cheek again. I thought he was done talking, but he wasn't. I am happy every time he explains his thoughts. I feel like I'm a very important person. "We don't have to get married because they want us to. I am not pressuring you either. I want you to marry me when you are ready, and if you really want me to be your husband."

"Do you really want me to be your wife?" I asked.

"Yes."

I can see in his eyes that he is not joking at all. This is fucking overwhelming, just like what he said. Are men in their late twenties like this? When you like someone, do you immediately want to get married?

"I'll think about it, Ismael."

"Of course, my love."

He kissed my forehead before letting me wash up. He told me he'd follow, so I went to the shower room alone. Even their bathrooms are breathtakingly flawless, made with unique styles that I don't even want to touch. My dirty hand doesn't have the right to touch it. My poor sweat would stain them.

I heard the door shut. Ismael came in to take a bath with me. We were sharing the water coming from that beautiful showerhead. I can't stop thinking. When we get married, will we always be together like this?

He was touching me and caressing every inch of my body, helping me to bathe. The water is cold, but I feel a strange warmth because of his touches.

And then we moved to the bathtub to scrub each other's backs. We lingered in the shower for a while before deciding to go up.

I saw the white dress ready on the bed. I looked at Ismael. He just smiled while wearing his clothes.

"Help me zip, Ismael," I ordered him while pointing to the back of the dress I was wearing that I couldn't close.

I closed my eyes when his hand touched my back. "Touch the zipper, not my back."

"Sorry, I can't help it."

He pushed the blocking hairs away from my back, thinking he would close it, but he kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck.

"Ismael... stop it."

"Let me admire your back for a moment," he whispered, under his breath. I just let him. He is planting small kisses behind me and even left some marks. He doesn't really stop. I am convinced that he is addicted to me.

"Are you sure it wasn't the lust you're feeling towards me? What if it wasn't love but lust?" I moaned.

"I know the difference between them, Jothea. Don't try to use my words against me."

He seemed annoyed by what I said, so he closed my clothes completely. Is he that annoyed? Did I irritate him?

I nervously went down to the dining room with Ismael. Shit. My death is near.

I saw an old man who looked like Ismael, while on the right was a beautiful woman next to Isa.

"Good morning," I greeted them as I approached. They are both smiling, like I am the answer to their long-time prayers. I never felt welcome like this.