Ever since classes have started at Dalia's college, at a university in D.C., she's had a crush in her Criminal Justice professor, Emily Prentiss. Find out what happens when Dalia is asked to stay after class when she's caught sleeping in Emily's cla...
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*she just so 🥺*
The sun shining through the window wakes me as I stir, rubbing my feet together. I quickly sit up, realizing where I am and take a breath. I place my hand on the top of my from the dull ache beginning to form and look over to see no one there. I glance over at the clock on the nightstand, 10:41am.
I take a deep breath in, smelling something sweet when I hear a thud coming from downstairs. Flinging the blanket off my legs, I pick up my dress by the entryway and slide it on over my head. I tie the strings behind my back into a bow and head down stairs.
The sweet cinnamon-y smell turns burnt as my foot reaches the last step. In front of the stove I see Emily, standing in front of the stove, holding a smoking pan.
"Ah, shit," she hisses, setting the pan down in the sink. She rests her hands on the edge of the sink, staring out the window. She's wearing a long, dark green satin robe with her twisted up in a loose bun.
"Whatcha doing?" I quip, walking down the remaining stairs to a black leather bar stool at the island. I pull out the chair and take a seat, resting my elbows on the counter with my head in one of my hands.
She turns around with a look on her face like I just foiled her plan or something. "You were still sleeping when I woke up, so I wanted to make you french toast for breakfast- well, brunch. But apparently I can't cook, so," she explains, throwing her arms up.
I smile, feeling the blush creep onto my cheeks, "Well, that was very sweet of you."
"How did you sleep?" Emily asks, wrapping and unwrapping the strap on the robe around her fingers.
The realization finally hit me after she asked that question. I slept through the whole night without waking up. No tossing and turning, nothing, just sleep. She notices the realization I'm having and smiles.
"I slept through the whole night," I whisper. "Oh, my god. I actually slept through the whole night." I laugh at those words in disbelief. I feel like it's been ages since I've had a decent night of sleep. Oh, my god, I wanna cry.
"So you slept through the whole night? You didn't wake up at all?" she asks, smiling.
"Well, I mean, I woke up once because I had to pee, and wash the makeup off my face. But when I got back in bed, I fell right back asleep."
From the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of some black mass. I turn my head and raise an eyebrow, "What the hell was that?"
Emily laughs and drops to the floor, disappearing behind the kitchen island. She stands back up with a black short haired cat in her arms, rubbing their face on hers. Ow, my heart.
"This is Sergio," she explains, while scratching his chin. I hear his purrs from where I'm sitting. I take a few steps to stand next to Emily, holding my hand up for Sergio to sniff. He rubs his soft head on my hand and I give him a few good head and chin scratches.
