Sensuality

VI - 2

Prof. Wyle puts his things down and then sits behind his desk. He signs me to sit and waits. I sit down and wait for him to start talking. But he just stares at me without saying a word and I get a weird feeling. Why is he not saying anything?

"Why did you want to see me?", I ask bluntly not knowing how to get the conversation started more smoothly. He sighs, changes his seating position, and opens his mouth:

"I think I never met an incubus quite like you."

I freeze. Instantly my parents' conditioning kicks in and I try to look as relaxed and as confused as I can.

"I'm sorry", I say, "I don't think I understand."

"The way you calmed down your friend during the fight. It is the first time I saw something like this. It is also the first time I saw a human excepts invading energy this willingly", he continues.

"A human?", I ask pretending as if the fact that he is separating humans from me is strange to me. Wait. I replay his last sentence in my head. It sounds like he is distancing himself as well. No!

Unwillingly my eyes grow big.

"I see the student is learning", he smirks. Then he leans forward and places his hand on the desk.

'What a ridiculous move.'

But then I sense it. Energy is flowing from his hand onto the table. It is such a small amount I can almost not sense it.

My eyes are fixed on his hand while my mind goes crazy.

I just met another incubus. The only other incubus I've ever met except my parents. I am shooked. Questions flow through my brain at a speed so fast I can't grasp them. Then I remember the time he lent me the book and had this smirk on his lips. Did he know back then? Am I that bad at hiding? I shouldn't have reacted to the book when I saw it. The book! I reach down for my bag but before I open it I say:

"I am sorry. I think I forgot your book at home."

For a moment it is silent then Prof. Wyle starts laughing. He throws his head back and holds his stomach. His loud laugh fills the room. I am surprised and I think Andrew is too. He must hear this outside.

"You can ...", he tries to speak within laughing and struggling to breathe, "You can give it ..." He tries to control his breathing and wipes away some tears the formed in the corner of his eye.

"You can give it to me another time", he finally completes his sentence, "God, why did you even think about the book now? At a time like this."

I don't know how to answer that. Maybe his question was just meant to be rhetorical but I want to fill the awkward silence that follows it.

"You are the first other Incubi I meet", I say honestly. We both know what we both are. If he wanted to blackmail me or hurt me then he wouldn't have shown me what he is.

"The first?", he asks surprised.

I nod.

"It is an honor. But now that you know what I am, you not only are responsible for keeping your secret but also for keeping mine."

"Of course."

"That means not using your energy to calm your friends anymore. They might suspect something. Energy leaves traces", he advises me.

"I know but you don't have to worry. My friends know."

"Know what?"

"That I am an Incubus."