What the heck is his problem?
He’s probably just mad that we’re blocking his path, preventing him from getting to whatever boring, grumpy professors do in their off hours.
When he extends his hand out, I look at it in confusion, blinking several times. I feel Jeremy roll off of my stomach, but I continue staring at Professor A-hole.
“I’m not sure why I keep finding you like this, but here,” he says, thrusting his hand closer.
The minute I slip my gloved hand into his, something warm fills me from the inside out. He pulls me up, but just as I’m righted, he takes a step forward, slipping on the same patch of ice that caused our demise and his hands grab my waist for balance before he pitches backward, pulling me on top of him.
It’s oddly silent when I look up at him from where I’ve landed on his chest. I start to slide off to his left, and I feel something hard pressing against my center and my eyes shoot to his in surprise.
Oh my God, does Professor A-hole have a boner?
“My phone,” he says through gritted teeth, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I flop onto my back on the sidewalk next to him.
“Shit, Emma, are you okay?” Jeremy asks, hovering over me.
I can only nod my head as my mind races trying to dissect the intensity of my encounter with Professor A-hole.
The anger on his face when he first approached.
The way it felt when he helped me up.
The look on his face when I landed in his arms.
I might have more than just a crush on my professor. And it’s starting to feel like I’m cheating on Daddy Dom. But that’s crazy, we’re not even together.
Are we?
Taking Jeremy’s hand, I carefully stand and leave the scene as quickly as I can, not looking back out of fear that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to walk away from that infuriating man.
CHAPTER 14
EMMA
Wrapping my jacket tighter around my body, I silently curse myself for not bringing my hat and gloves as the cold March air whips my hair into my face. I squint to keep the chill out of my eyes as I cross the campus, headed for my dorm. There’s no such thing as spring in Ohio. The weather plays a constant game of ping-pong between arctic tundra and sweltering humidity, and you never know which one you’re getting on any given day, or if you’re going to get multiple seasons in a day. While it isn’t currently snowing, it feels like it could at any minute, and piles of long-plowed snow line the walkways on campus, making gloomy, crunchy gray hills of frosty misery.
When I reach my dorm room, I hear my text notification chime and pull my phone out of my pocket.
Batman Dom
Did you make it back to your dorm?
I swear he has my walk timed, knowing exactly how long it takes me to get from class to my room.
Yes, sir.
Fuck, pet. You know what that does to me, and I’m not in a place where I can indulge you.
Sorry
I set my phone down and flop onto my bed when I hear it chime again.
That doesn’t mean I can’t text you, though.
Sounds like someone misses me.
I do.
