Forbidden Literature

10| Doctor Andrews

I had to admit, the journey back to Dr. Andrew's room was extremely awkward. Between me having to lean on him for support the whole time mixed with a silent ride up the elevator (thankfully not that elevator), I was ready to get this over with. Of course I would be lying if I didn't say that some small part of me was curious to see how this would go.

As we walked down the hallway to his room, his dark eyes were set forward with the look of determination. His conviction to help me made me smile to myself, even though I knew I shouldn't. He could be a complete asshole, an intelligent man, he could even be sexy as hell, but this gentler version of him was growing to be one of my personal favorites.

Not that it really mattered, I kicked myself.

My internal banter continued until we stopped near the end of the hallway at a door that read '805'. Already I could tell his room would be a lot different than mine because the numbers were engraved in gold. Maybe professors received special treatment?

As he pulled out keys, I noticed him carefully looking around the hallway as if searching for something. Probably to make sure that nobody was around, I figured. We weren't doing anything wrong, but even I had to admit to an outsider the image of a man, my professor at that, sneaking in an injured girl to his room raised some red flags.

I understood why he had to look, but a part of me wondered what he would do if there was someone around. Would he abandon his act of kindness and make me fend for myself? Or would he ignore them and continue his aide? I couldn't let my mind travel too far because, in truth, it didn't matter. Nobody was around and playing with 'what ifs' was a dangerous game.

After trying to awkwardly hold me up while sliding the key the door snapped open allowing us inside. He held the door with one hand while ushering me in.

"Careful," he spoke gently.

I stepped away from him trying not to use his body as a crutch so much. The cut wasn't that bad. Although, admittedly, it did sting a bit when I moved. Still, I walked past him saying, "I'll be fine."

Once inside, my suspicions of him having a nicer room were confirmed. It was very spacious, almost as big as a suite, with a half kitchen, dining area, and even a small sitting room. All I had was two beds, a bathroom, and a microwave.

While wondering if the other speakers had such a nice place, he ushered me to the nearby sofa. I was so lost in ogling over his room that I didn't hear Dr. Andrews ask me to "Wait right here for a second." Before I could reply he was already walking off somewhere.

"Sure," I mumbled even if he couldn't hear me. Although I was itching to sneak around his place, my side was still throbbing so I kept to my word. That didn't mean I couldn't still take in the surroundings.

In front of me was his coffee table that appeared to double as a workspace with mountains of papers stacked on top of each other. Next to them were multiple cups of coffee all nearly empty. I smiled thinking it was such a professor thing to do. Around the ivory room were several portraits of different colorful flowers. So feminine for a man such as himself to stay here. But I'm sure he didn't mind. After all, this wasn't really his home.

I began to wonder how different that would look when I heard a loud banging noise. Immediately, I looked to the source and discovered what must be the bathroom. Dr. Andrews left the door wide open for me to sneak a peek. Inside he was bent over rummaging around cabinets loudly in search of something.

I had never paid attention to his back before, but from where I was sitting, his shirt gave a pretty view. It was fitted just right enough to see his lean muscles underneath. Not too bulky.