Tony's body tensed up behind me, his grip so strong I would never be able to wiggle free. His breathing halted for a while, leaving me scared about whether or not he was okay.
I turned my head around to face him, and was met by a teary eyed Tony. His eyes were red and glassy, and his body was slightly shaking. I turned around completely and pulled his head onto my chest, stroking my hands through his hair as he wrapped his arms around my waist again, rubbing circles into the small of my back.
"What we are doing is so dangerous." Tony sniffled. "But, I feel happy again, I'm so scared." Tony was on the brink of sobbing so I tried to calm him down by wiping the tears from his face.
"It is dangerous," I sighed, looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.
"Fuck age differences." Tony chuckled, proceeded by a sniffle.
"I'll drink to that," I winked, causing the two of us to burst out hysterically. The way his eyes scrunched up made me feel so attracted to him and his hair was un-gelled, flopping against his forehead.
The laughing came to a halt as his eyes bore into mine again, "I need you to know that I'd do anything for you." He gulped and looked away from me, a blush appearing on his cheeks. "Even though we can't take whatever we have public, I need you to know this." Tony pleaded.
"I know," I smiled reassuringly, stroking my thumb across his lips.
"I want you to know that I got a restraining order on the 'whore' as you like to call her." Tony chuckled. "The day I came in angry, I had just left the court house." He sighed and looked me in the eyes, his stare unwavering. "She had lied to the judge the entire time," his hands clenched at his sides. "I couldn't believe how dumb and reckless she was being."
My heart lurched at his words, my trust in him slowly expanding, nearing capacity.
"But regardless of that," he said again, looking at the ceiling. "If you want to see other people, I'd be open to it, until you're older at least." I audibly groaned and Tony immediately responded, "No, it's not a bad thing." He returned his gaze. "I mean it in a good way."
"How is that good?" I raised my eyebrows honestly curious.
"I don't want you feeling tied down and suffocated. We won't be able to go on dates or hang out outside of my house." He swallowed before continuing. "So, I'm 100% okay with you dating and sleeping with other guys." Tony sighed.
"Oh," I mumbled, "That makes sense."
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"Lilly!" Rebecca shot up from her bed and engulfed me in a loving hug that I immediately returned. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too," I giggled. I never realized how great of a roommate she truly was. I was upset at myself for not investing my time in getting to know her better.
"How are you feeling?" She led me over to our cozy spot on the floor and sat down next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.
"I'm great actually, I don't know what got into me." I gulped, not wanting to tell her the real reason.
She lifted her head up and gave me a questioning look, but she didn't prod any further, "I got to catch you up!" She thankfully changed the topic, sensing my hesitation and got up. Becca grabbed both of our bags and plopped them down in front of me and returned to her previous spot. She filled me in on the classes that we both took and then told me what Professor Phillips taught Wednesday.
I hurriedly copied her notes and assignments before scrambling to my top bunk and diving right in, trying to hurriedly prepare for the upcoming week.
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Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)
RomanceRecommended for 18+ Lillian O'Bryan is a sheltered girl who moves to LA for college with baggage, both literal and figurative. She is all alone in a brand new environment with not only change and loneliness tormenting her, but also a horrific event...