The Professor's Daughter [Part 1 of 2]

24 | Just One Night

Leah's POV

I walk into Jennifer's apartment and she follows, locking the door behind her. I let out a deep sigh and shove my hand through my hair.

"You look good." She tells me and tosses her keys and phone to the counter. "I feel like shit." "How have you been?" She asks me, leaning on her countertop. "Truthfully?" I ask. She nods her head yes and I sigh once again, "I've been awful. My life fucking sucks, I miss you. Oh, and let's not forget that my parents have completely lost their minds." I smile sarcastically. I look her up and down and I'm truly mind blown at her beauty. She's changed out of her dress and into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, yet she still looks stunning.

I will say that not having to lie about things makes communication with her so much easier. I feel like a weight came off of my shoulders.

"What's the deal with your parents? And what is so important that you need to talk to me about?" She asks me. "I-fuck." I mutter and rub my head. I close my eyes and cover my face, then I feel Jennifer's hand on my back. I push her away and shake my head, "please don't." I whisper. She just stares at me and I lick my lips, "I told you before that I never meant for things between us to get this far. I didn't have any plans on falling madly in love with you, but I fucking did. That's just what it is, Jennifer. I'm in love with a woman who is a whole twelve years older than me. At first I felt like a badass, but then the truth came out and everything fell apart. I lost you, which was the worst part, and then my parents found out I was into girls." I say and she folds her arms over her chest, listening intently.

"Not only did they find out I was into girls, but they found out I was into you. It wasn't a big deal until they figured out how old you were and who you were..." Jennifer's eyes widen as I say this. "They know how old I am?!" She exclaims. "Why the fuck would you tell them that, Leah?! God, you're so-" she stops when she sees the tears welling in my eyes. I hear her take a deep breath and she closes her eyes, "continue." She tells me.

"I didn't tell them, Jennifer. My dad was snooping through my phone and he found our texts. The ones from after you left. You mentioned your age and that your dad was my professor and all of that. He knows we were sleeping together." I explain to her. "It keeps getting worse though, Jen. I am still completely in love with you and I shouldn't even be here right now. My dad wanted to press charges against you the moment he found out, but he sort of cut me a deal. If I agreed to never see you or have contact with you again, he'd leave you alone. And that was going okay, until you showed up there tonight." I say. I tear slips down my cheek and she shakes her head at me, "you're here.... knowing what you know. Leah! You are putting me at risk by being here!" She says. Obviously, I see her concern. Who wouldn't be a little worried?

"No one knows I'm here. My mom thinks I'm at a party, my dad thinks I'm at a friend's house. We're safe." I assure her. "Leah..." "Don't make it worse, Jen. I miss you so damn much. You are all I think about and I can't get over you! I don't know what the fuck you did to me, but you really did me in on this. All I want is tonight. I just want to be here with you." I say, totally vulnerable right now. I'm so broken down from all of this.

"You should go, Leah." She says. I shake my head and cry a little more. "Please, Jennifer. Don't kick me out of here again. I don't want to go home to them." I plead. "I know you don't care. I know you're over me and this and you want nothing to do with any of it, but please." "Leah, given our history I really don't think you staying here is a good idea. I'm sorry about all of this, I wish I could change it, but I-" "you think I haven't wished for things to be different? I would give anything to be a little older and still be with you, Jennifer. I've never felt like this about anyone before and the fact that you're already over it makes it hurt so much-" I'm cut off in the middle of my sentence when she steps into me and kisses me slowly.

She holds my face delicately, caressing my cheeks. Her lips barely touch mine, but they're so soft and perfect. She tastes just the same as she always has and the feeling I get from her is still there.

I put my hand on her waist and ball my fist up, pulling the fabric of her white t-shirt into my palm. She kisses me multiple times, very softly, before kissing me like she means it. I feel her tongue in my mouth and it makes my heart beat fast. I'm so in love with her.

"I'm not over it, Leah. I just have to distance myself from this because I know what the consequences are." She whispers. I bite my lip and hug her tightly, burying my face in her neck. She squeezes me tightly and strokes my back, "you can stay." She tells me. I nod my head and look at her again with puffy, sad eyes. She kisses me once again and things intensify.

These are the "I've missed you so much" kisses. I feel it. She did miss me just as much as I missed her and that makes me feel better... to know I'm not alone in this.

She stops our long overdue make out session and rubs her thumb on my cheek, "you wanna go take a hot bath?" She asks me. "I just want to be with you." I whisper and she grins a bit, "I know, stupid. With me. Go run the water. I'm gonna grab some wine, you want any?" She asks me. I nod my head yes slowly and go to her bathroom, undressing myself as I walk.

One night with her is all I need right now.