A Fractured Lover (Student/Teacher)

Chapter 19

Dedicated to @I-Am-Nothing for being such a loyal reader! Now chapter 19! I have a feeling you guys are gonna like this one... ;)

We didn't kiss.

Apparently fate had another plan in store for us because just as we were about to cross that final threshold, my phone went off. And the true irony of it all was who it was that interrupted what would of been our first kiss.

Ben.

He was the one who had flipped out on my possible relationship with Nathan and he is the one who thwarted our attempted first kiss.

Maybe it's for the better though. I know I was certainly caught up in the moment and can only assume Nathan was too. After all, both of us still knew that anything between us was strictly off limits. No matter how damn hard it was to stay away.

We ended up walking back to our cars and driving home, both a little exhausted from all of the revelations that day.

Today was Wednesday. School had officially started back up yesterday and I was honestly a little glad for the distraction. I was able to throw myself back into my school work and photography, giving my mind a much needed break from circling, maddening thoughts surrounding my professor.

Today would be the first day I would see him after the worst lunch date in the history of all lunch dates. For the most part, I was extremely apprehensive. I didn't want him to treat me any differently just because he knew about my past. The other, much less respectable part of me, was always anticipating our next meeting and what would conspire within it.

I walked the halls of the University, my flip flips echoing off the tile flooring. Even though it hurt my pride a bit to admit this, I spent a little extra time on my appearance today. For him.

I had a tight, white V neck shirt that showed off my hour glass figure to perfection and a push up bra to accent my D cup breasts. Normal jean shorts that were a bit on the slutty side accented my tanned legs quite nicely and I let my wavy hair flow naturally down pass my shoulders. I also added a bit more make up than I would for any normal day of school.

Sue me, I want to look hot for my professor.

Rounding that final corner in the hallways, his classroom came into view. My heart started to pound a bit harder in my chest. I rolled my fingers into my palms nervously, noticing the sweat that was starting to accumulate there.

Come on, Alex. He's still your professor. Nothing has changed.

This was the final thought that ran through my head as I reached my arm out and placed my hand on the cold handle and turned it.

Like and uncanny magnet, my stare was instantly propelled in the direction of my professor. He was profile to me talking to another student. His appearance never failed to leave me panting. He was wearing a dark gray, long sleeved shirt that showed off his broad frame and clung to his arms, giving me and everyone else a perfect idea of how toned he was. He had on a pair of black slacks that form to his backside brilliantly.

Jesus, this man has a great ass.

I took a couple steps into the classroom and the student that he was talking to left back to their seat, leaving Nathan to turn himself in the direction that I was in.

He stopped instantly as our eyes met.

As if on cue, his eyes raked down my body and what I desperately wanted to believe was desire swarmed up in his sapphire eyes. Yet, before my pride had a second to indulge in the moment, those eyes of his switched and flooded with an undeniable irritation. The smile that was beginning to creep onto my lips faltered as he stomped his way over to me.