“Two options. One, we can make a run for it. They’ve seen my face as an instructor here, so while I may be interrogated some, I don’t really have anything of interest to tell them. It could distract them enough for you to get away and I’ll follow later when I can.”
I scrunched up my nose. The thought of the two of us separating did not sit well with me.
“Or two, we ride it out here until they get bored enough to leave.”
“That could take days or even longer if they suspect we’re still here.”
“My professors are going easy on us heading into midterms and should be flexible enough not to be a problem. You?”
My face fell. “Professor Briggs could be a problem. I’m taking a creative writing class with her this semester because I thought it would be fun, but she’s really tough, and I don’t think she likes me very much.”
“Briggs? Are you kidding?”
“I’m not kidding.”
“Professor Elizabeth Briggs from the English department?”
“Yeah, why?”
“She adores me. What did you do to piss her off?”
I shrugged. “Exist?”
He chuckled. “Can I handle it?”
“Uh, how exactly? I don’t want to make things worse with her than already are.”
“I’ll just talk to her and explain the situation. It’ll be fine. If you want to stay that is.”
I nodded. Of course I’d rather stay and wait it out than risk being followed back to the ARC. “I can’t just go back to the ARC. No good would come from someone following me back there. I put up a lot of guards to keep people far away from there. It’s just too big of a risk.”
He gave me a perplexing look. “I guess you’re right about that.”
“That’s why I have a rule of never posting pics or videos the same day they’re taken. Never. Bryan really screwed that up today. A three-day buffer is usually enough to keep my privacy and my secrets.”
He hugged me once more. “It’s going to be okay. I mean, your bad choice in being stuck with me for the next few days aside. I don’t exactly deal well with being cooped up like this, but otherwise it’ll all work out.”
We both got to work on making the necessary arrangements for that to happen, but I also couldn’t stop looking at him.
That kiss had changed something within me. I’d never felt like this about anyone before. And while I didn’t make it a habit of sleeping around, I wasn’t exactly innocent either. Sex had never felt as intimate as that kiss had.
I touched my still swollen lips as I let myself remember.
This man was going to consume me. How the hell would I survive days, as in plural, locked away from the world with just him?
I finished off the last email to Professor Briggs and hit send before I could chicken out.
“Done.”
“You sent an email to Briggs?”
“Yup. My hands are still shaking from it.”
He scowled, then moved on to call someone.
“Hi Professor, it’s Monte.”
I couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end, but I could definitely hear some female giggling. This did not make me or my wolf happy.
