Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 85 - Sebastian's tactics

I'm half-awake and half-sleeping when Sebastian returns from his jogging. However, I pretend I'm still in Morpheus' arms not to raise suspicion that I have waited for him to go to search for some information on the books he was studying yesterday. Sebastian heads straight to the bathroom to take a shower to remove the sweat from his skin, and to be fresh and smelling good to teach. He doesn't take long showering and leaves with a small white towel wrapped around his waistline.

"Heck! Why does he always have to leave the bathroom half-naked? Fuck!"

I curse, feeling aroused by the view of his perfect-sculpted body of a Greek God Statue. A real work of art of Michelangelo or maybe Rodin. I eye-fucked him from head to toe. His strong and broad shoulders where I found myself protection, his muscular pecs and arms, where I lay my body against when he carries me on his arms, his six-packed-abdomen... I sigh. I'm soaked in desire, and I let out a silent prayer, hoping he cannot smell my wetness under the thick blanket that is covering me.

Sebastian goes to the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. My piercing gray-blue eyes don't miss any of his movements; they are gracious and precise, not disorderly or clumsy as mines.  He whistles a song while cooking. It seems that the happy-go-lucky mood is back to him, and I'm wondering why, as we didn't make love yesterday, and I have refused to eat his yummy dishes as well. Hundreds of questions pop up in my mind.

My alarm clock rings, informing me that it is already six in the morning and that I must get up. I jump scared by its sound, as I was doing something forbidden and wrong, I was lurking Sebastian from the bedsheets. I get the alarm clock, and I throw it furiously to the wall. It breaks into many small pieces. Yeah! I have anger issues early in the mornings.

Sebastian stops whistling immediately and looks at me, not believing in his very eyes. His mouth is ajar, and his fierce amber eyes are wide open. He didn't know about my black side of alarm-clock-destroying-machine.

"Well, now, he knows."

I let out a defeated sigh, stand up, and rush to the bathroom to pee and freshen-up, without having the courage to face him, as I know he will flood me with too many questions after the scene he has witnessed. I think it is the first time I have woken up in such a bad mood while with him.

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I turn on the faucet, and the shower's warm water starts to run freely through my body. It is relaxing and helps to sweep away my arousal in seeing my man half-naked, as I'm always like a she-cat on heat next to him. No, it is not the time to have sex with Sebastian, or we both will be late to the College, and if we arrive together, people will get to know that we are lovers, and it wouldn't bode well. We must have to keep our relationship at a very low profile at the Mystery Spell University. No one can know about us.

I'm immersed in my thoughts that I don't hear Sebastian entering the bathroom. Listening to his worried voice next to me, scared me to the bones.

Sebastian: Is everything alright, little fairy?

I jump because of the fright, turn around, and cover my nudity with my hands, one trying to hide my boobs, and the other, my pussy.

Khawla: Fuck, Seb! You scared the joys of life from my body! Fuck!

Sebastian stares at me, frowning his eyebrows. I'm sure he suspects something, and whatever he imagines, I only can say that I'm as guilty as charged. He insists on the question, and the worry is visible in his fierce amber eyes, as I have been sick lately.

Sebastian: Is everything alright, Khawla?

Khawla: Yeah...

I answer him monosyllabically. I'm not in the mood to chit-chat. My morning chronically bad mood is skyrocketing due to the bad sleep and the frustration in not knowing who is that almost ethereal woman yet. I can assume that she is a fairy, as Sebastian was immersed in books about this subject. But what a fairy is doing in my dreams?