Lovin' can heal ✔️

Chapter 3

Liam's POV :)

The weekend went past way too fast for my liking, and here I was, facing Monday morning and my first class of the day was with Professor Malik. How the hell was I supposed to face the man, when all I can see is his body, covered in nothing but tight leather pants and his black boots. His muscular tattooed chest on full display...and I needed to stop that thought right there. That is all I've been doing this entire weekend, drooling over the man and yet I can barely get a simple greeting out when I was faced with him.

I shook the thoughts away and made my way to the bench where I usually waited for Louis. I had avoided him the entire weekend, because I knew he wouldn't shut up about what had happened Friday night or about our teacher. Needless to say, that didn't stop him from sending me constant texts or trying to call. I spotted him almost as soon as I sat down and he had a huge grin on his face. That smile could only mean one thing, TROUBLE. Louis was up to something and any fool would be able to spot it a mile away.

I stood and when he reached me, we went to our English class together. "Soooo, are you looking forward to Daddy Delicious' class as much as I am?" he asked, his hands behind his back, trying to look as innocent as possible. The only problem was that Louis couldn't pull off innocent, even if his life depended on it. The constant glint of mischief in his ocean blue eyes was like a neon sign above his head. He was sweet, mischievous, sharp tongued, loyal to a fault and absolutely gorgeous, but Innocent was the one thing he was not. I just scoffed and tried to hide my face as I replied, "You need to seriously stop calling him that, it's called sexual harassment and can get you kicked out of this College, Lou. And no, I'm actually not looking forward to class today. He saw us there, it's so embarrassing."

"Um, you do realise he can't judge us for being there, right? I mean, he was there too and did you see what he was wearing? That means he is probably a member at that club, which in turn means he is a Dom, Liam." Louis said, quite loudly I might add, so I sushed him as we got to the door of our class. Just as we were going to open the door to step inside, a deep voice piped up from directly behind us, "Yes, I am a Dom, Mr. Tomlinson, but is there any chance of us keeping that information between us? I really don't think the School Directors would appreciate having someone like me, teaching the students of this school. I feel no embarrassment for who I am, but not everybody is going to be understanding or even tolerant of who and what I am."

Louis and I both jumped and squealed like girls and then turned around to face Professor Malik, probably looking extremely guilty. As soon as I made eye contact with the man though, I had to drop my gaze to my hands. I can't deal with the powerful aura that rolled off his body in waves. "Sorry Professor Malik, but I was just trying to make a point to Liam. We won't tell anyone about it, we promise. But is there any way we can speak to you more about the subject in private? I'm very interested in the lifestyle, but I would like to know more about it, before committing to it." Louis told him, managing to sound both contrite as well as genuinely interested in talking to the Professor further. My breathing was starting to speed up and I was feeling very nervous, because of the proximity of the big guy, but I tried my best to calm down and ignore his presence, but it wasn't working very well.

I felt his strong gaze on me, and eventually I couldn't resist and I looked up. O sweet lord, this man was going to be the death of me. He was looking straight at me, his eyes almost burning holes in my skin, and there was a hint of something in his eyes that took me a minute or two to work out what it was, till it clicked. It was want, pure and simple want, for me and it exactly mirrored my own inner feelings for him. That was my cue to get the fuck out of there, so I spun back around and practically threw the door open, rushing to my usual seat and not waiting around to hear his answer to Louis' request. Louis came in a few seconds later and gave me a strange look, then went about taking his things out of his bag. "So what was that, my dear friend?" he asked as soon as he had everything just the way he wanted on his desk.