My Professor's Secret

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forty-six

"It could've been no one," says Trevor. "Maybe someone wanted to come early and realized no one was here yet and decided to leave. There's no need for us to think the worst."

His optimism was refreshing. I'd rather that than hear him completely spaz out about the possibility of it being the latter, but I wasn't so sure. The tangled-up feeling Id felt earlier no longer offered me the comfort it once had. Instead, this time it felt unshakably uneasy. Nevertheless, I offer him a smile in return and proceed toward the theater's exit alongside him. At least one of us was visibly contemptuous. I didn't want it to be that I couldn't get ahold of my bearings so as prominent as the uncomfortably in my gut grew, I shake it off as nothing more than a blip.

"I'll just come back later," I tell him, turning to look at him before pushing the doors to the theater open to leave. "When people are here and the temptation to hunch each other is no longer an issue. We need as much distance as we can get seeing as we can never keep our hands to ourselves when we're alone."

The smirk in the corner of his lips only confirms my statement even more. He moves in closer to me, planting a soft kiss on my lips that I refuse to decline. What was wrong with me? With us.

"As if that will relieve an inkling of my temptation for you," he scoffs, pulling me in by the small of my back to his chest. "But I agree. Better to be on the safe side of cautiously aware rather blissfully ignorant."

Trevor decides to stay at the theater to start preparing before the crew is set to arrive in another hour and a half and though my initial intention was to stay and help, the nagging feeling wouldn't allow me to. He places yet another kiss on my lips before wishing me well, not before affirming his excitement to see me again later.

As I leave, the quad is pretty sparse with students. I contemplate making my way to my brother's dormitory to see him, but my feet continue to trot in the direction of my dorm and there's no reason for resistance. If my brother genuinely wanted to see me, he'd be there tonight. I'd talk to him then. Maybe even actually own up to the accusations he already knew were true about me. Until then, I needed to shower—desperately. Trevor and my release drip from my body with every step. A cold shower would benefit me the most. At least enough to chill my hormones which were working on overdrive. If Trevor and I hadn't been interrupted by the sound of the door closing, I was more than certain we'd still be tangled in each other at this very moment.

To my dismay, once again the showers are nearly full. Not to capacity, but enough for dread to slither its way down my spine when I walked in to claim an empty one for myself. The mental note I had jotted down the minute I found out I'd be in a coed bathroom remained at the forefront of my memory and because we'd be vacating our room shortly, and I had budgeted my money correctly, I could get a dorm with a bathroom next semester.

The only way to manage my disdain for the coed showers was to put my mind on something other than being physically here. As the coolness of the water wash over my body, I'm able to reflect on all the words Trevor had spoken to me not too long ago. Yeah, hearing him say all of those things warmed my heart, but I could only blame myself if I let some ecstatic pillow talk convince me that it would happen in a matter of time. Who was kidding? I'd still been in a relationship with a Wyatt. One that might not have had as much passion as the one I hoped for with Trevor, but that didn't mean it could never get there. Not to mention Trevor's rendezvous with Meghan still sent the questionable impression that maybe he wasn't as over her as he was trying so desperately to get me to believe, though that should have been the least of my concerns.