The Professor

Chapter 20- The Professor

Chapter 20

As we look each other in the eyes, I feel Bryant's face getting closer and closer. His hands move up to cup my face and before I know it, his lips are on mine, which is by far one of the best feelings in the whole entire world.

His hands move back down to my waist, gripping it. I take my hands and move them up to his neck, messing his hair up.

His lips touching mine made the whole world fall away. All my problems, worried, regrets, literally everything is gone as I kiss Bryant. Kissing Bryant made me feeling like a new person.

I pull him closer until there's no space between us anymore. He holds me tight which makes me feel safe and comforted. I knew that right then and there, I liked Bryant a lot more than I thought I did.

Finally we both tear away, he left me with wanting more, but both of us are breathing hard. "That-" I continue through breaths.

"Was amazing." Bryant finishes my sentence for me, I smile as he takes my hand and leads me out of the elevator and into his apartment.

"Let's watch a scary movie." I suggest, still breathing hard from the kiss. He left me breathless, literally.

"Good idea, but first, here are clothes." He hands me black pants that would probably end to my mid calf seeing how he's so tall, he also hands me a green oversized t-shirt.

"Dang, by the end of the year in going to have a collection of your clothes." I state while laughing and walking into the bathroom.

I hear him laughing as I put on his clothes. His scent smells so good, I never want to stop smelling it.

I walk out, not seeing him in the living room or kitchen, so I walk down by his bedroom, knocking at the door as I walk in.

Bryant is shirtless, I'm telling you, Bryant is shirtless. Code blue, Code blue, I'm having breathing problems.

His muscular arms are literally so gorgeous. Holy shit, I've never known someone could be so sexy. Don't get me started on his six pack, wait, you know what I think he should be instead of an English professor? A model. He would be a good model.

I notice tattoos on his back, then I notice scars. Scars. Who did that to him? "Bryant." I say, his head turns to mine quickly, just noticing that I was standing there.

I come closer towards him with pure worry in my face and thoughts. "W-who did that to you?" I ask him.

He turns towards me so that he's not on his side anymore. I'm not even looking at his body anymore, I'm now looking straight at him. "Clarence." He states.

"No, who did that to you?" I ask again, wanting to know right this instance.

"Just like you said before, we don't know everything about each other yet." He states as he put a black shirt on.

I look down at the floor, completely and utterly worried. "You're right." I state as I fiddle with my fingers.

"Come on." He says taking me back into the living room. "And by the way, you look just as good in my clothes as you do in your own." He says while smirking.

I laugh, but I can't help but worry about what happened and who did that to him. His tattoo was pretty sexy though. Guys with tattoos is one of my weaknesses. But now I know that this will be stuck in my head for a while now.

We sit on the couch as we look for a scary movie. Finally we go with the movie 'Lights out' because it's supposed to be very, very scary. Bryant has his arm wrapped around my waste as I snuggle into the underarm of his shoulder.

I hope whatever we have, never goes away because it's a great feeling.