“You too.”
* * *
It’sa good thing I have class tonight. I’m more than tempted to make an appearance at the club, but then I remember it’s BDSM night, so that helps squash the burning itch deep in my stomach. I can wait until tomorrow.
I think.
Thankfully, Kamii was able to find someone to help on Friday nights, so I don’t have to worry about not being there for them either.
Instead, I head out for my class. With Kamii gone, I was able to get off early, so I went home to change into my black leggings and Ugg boots along with an oversized shirt that hangs slightly off my shoulder when it’s not evenly distributed on my body. Add with my hair pulled back into a ponytail, I’m definitely going for the super comfy look tonight.
Everyone has chosen to sit in the same seats each class, so no matter how early or late I am, I still get my chair up front. Not only am I eager to learn, but I’m not going to lie, I like staring at my teacher’s ass when he writes on the board.
As I walk up to my desk, Professor Spence’s glare doesn’t hide a thing when he eyes me up and down. The small smile that pulls on his lips tells me he doesn’t mind my casual attire one bit. In fact, he almost looks appreciative of it.
“Nice to see you, Miss Smith,” Professor Spence basically slurs the words with his eyes not meeting mine until I stop walking.
“Professor Spence,” is all I reply before I wink and sit.
His head tilts down, shaking slightly as he hides the laughter coming from his lips before standing up to greet the class. “Can someone give me the definition of morals?”
After a brief moment of silence, a voice speaks up, obviously reading from their phone, “A lesson, especially one concerning what is right or prudent, that can be derived from a story, a piece of information, or an experience.”
He squints his eye and pinches his lips to the side, showing that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted.
The same person keeps going, “Or, a person’s standards of behavior or beliefs concerning what is and is not acceptable for them to do.”
“Yes.” He snaps his fingers, pointing to the student. “Behavior or beliefs of what is not acceptable. What exactly does that mean?”
Someone else pipes in, “It’s what’s right or wrong.”
“Ah, but who is to decide what’s right or wrong?” he asks.
“The law,” Alex yells from a few rows back.
“Well, yes and no. Angie, can I use you as my model?” He holds out his hand to me like he’s going to help me stand up. I take it but drop it quickly after I stand next to him before he continues. “I just held her hand, be it for a quick second, but could that be considered morally wrong?”
“I guess it depends on where you are or what the context of said hand-holding was?”
“Exactly.” He pauses and comes closer, placing his arm around my shoulder, giving me a side hug like a friend would. “And what about this?”
“It depends on who you are to each other,” Charlie shouts out.
“True. If we were friends, this would be totally normal. But say, as her teacher, or her boss, what would it be?”
“That depends on your relationship. It could be okay, and it could be wrong.”
“Yes, this would be considered the gray area. But think about that word again. Morals. To some, this would be considered wrong where to others it would be acceptable. It depends on what your morals are when it comes to this exact topic. So what if I did this?” He comes up behind me, putting his hands on my hips.
To the class, it looks somewhat innocent, but the way his groin pushes into me while pulling me back into him proves to me it’s anything but.
“That would be crossing the line, legally and morally,” Charlie shouts and by his tone, I think he noticed what was really going on.
Professor Spence leans in to my ear and whispers, “Busted,” before stepping back and acting like nothing happened, addressing the class as he walked back to the board. “And there it is. Today we’re going to discuss the difference between legal duty versus moral duty.”
As I walk back to my desk, my head is stuck high in a cloud but not because of what he just did but the way his voice tickled my neck as he whispered only to me, from behind, reminding me of—
No fucking way.
