I grip the edge of the podium to steady myself, the lecture notes in front of me a blur.Forcing myself to stay focused, I look at anyone but her.But every time I scan the room, my eyes land on her neck and the mark I put there that she doesn't even try to hide.I see the soft curve of her waist.My eyes are riveted on her beauty.
She's taking notes as if nothing happened.Like she didn't beg for my cock and scream my name against a St.Andrew's cross.
As I start the lecture, I catch myself stuttering over a sentence and clear my throat.A few students glance up, but she keeps her head down, scribbling furiously.Focused and unbothered.
She even raises her hand once, asking a question about the week's reading with the same sharp intellect that caught my attention from the beginning.I answer, keeping my tone even, but the way she looks at me nearly undoes me.
The rest of our time crawls by.Every time she shifts in her seat, crosses her legs, or tucks her hair behind her ear, I feel it like a punch to the gut.I want to bend her over the desk and fuck her until neither of us can walk straight.I want to strip away the professor and student roles and lose ourselves in what we both know is real.
By the end of class, I'm barely holding it together.I dismiss the class and grab my phone as the students file out.
Me:Meet me at Club Red tonight.I need you.
It takes a couple of minutes before her typing bubble appears.I stare at the screen like my life depends on it.
Skye:I can't.I have homework.
My fingers fly over the keys, heart racing.
Me:Just an hour.I promise.I need to see you.
There's a pause, longer this time.I close my eyes, trying to slow my breathing.The bubbles pop up and then disappear.
Me:I can't stop thinking about you.Today in class...you have no idea how hard that was.
Skye:It wasn't just hard for you.
Me:I need to touch you tonight.To remind myself this isn't just in my head.
Skye:You don't play fair.
Me:I never said I would.
I stare at the screen, waiting.My heart is pounding as if I had just run ten miles.Then, finally, her response flashes.
Skye:Okay.
Me:Thank you.You won't regret it.I'll meet you at the bar.
The relief that crashes over me is sharp, sudden.I shouldn't need her like this.I'm supposed to have control.
Taking a few deep breaths, I grab my bag and go out into the hallway to my office.She's there, talking to a few students, but one is looking at her in a way that makes me want to pull her from the group.Some guy I've seen in one of my other classes, but can't place his name.He's tall with a smug smile.I slow my pace, acting like I'm reading something on my phone, to catch their conversation as the other students walk away.
He leans a little too close, like he's been waiting for his moment."Hey, I've seen you around.You're Skye, right?"
She gives him a polite smile and nods."Yeah."
He laughs as if he's just scored a point."I've been meaning to say, you're always really sharp in class discussions.You ever think about grabbing a coffee sometime?I'd love to hear more of your take on the reading."
I stop just beyond the corner, close enough to listen, far enough not to be seen.
Skye hesitates, then shakes her head gently."I appreciate that.But I can't.I'm seeing someone."
The guy doesn't back off immediately."He go to school here?"
She shakes her head again."No.He doesn't."
He exhales, clearly disappointed but trying to play it cool."Worth a shot.He's a lucky guy."
