When Melanie realized she was still rubbing Noah's arm, she tried to pull her hand away, but Noah stopped her, bringing it back. What the fuck were they really doing right now? Melanie blinked, feeling Noah's warm hand on top of her own. They shouldn't be doing this. She should really go home.
"It's funny that you thought I was arrogant because I thought you were too,Professor Bryant." He said her name in a sing-song tone that shouldn't have sounded as good as it did coming from his lips. All of her students, except for Noah, called her that, and it never sounded the way Noah made it sound— dirty, sinful, sexual. Why was it so hot in here?
"How was I arrogant?" Melanie asked as she continued to rub Noah's arm in hope that he would remove his hand, but he didn't. He couldn't look at her with those blue eyes that made her feel like putty in his gaze. She was in his domain now and there was nothing she could do about it.
"You were arrogant because you were a know-it-all who made everything more difficult than it had to be. Do you know you're known as one of the hardest professors on campus? Have you seen your score on Rate My Professor?"
Melanie shrugged, though she had checked it once before after some professors mentioned looking at theirs. Melanie wasn't surprised to see that she didn't have the best ratings. Majority of the students complained about her class being too hard and impossible to pass, while a few of her students said they learned a lot because of how hard her class was.
"You ranked low in a lot of things, but on the rating of your level of hotness you had an A."
Melanie blushed. "I'm not hot," she said. Well, right now, she was definitely hot because of the temperature in the room that made her want to peel a few of her clothes off along with Noah's as well too. Because if she got naked, why should she be the only one?
"Melanie, I thought you were a student," Noah said, laughing. "You're definitely hot. You're more than hot. You're beautiful."
Melanie's heart raced in her chest. Noah was much closer than he had been before. Who was moving? Was it him or her? She couldn't tell, but that didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that there was little space between them, and she could feel his breath against her lips. They were so close. If she moved just a little closer, their lips would touch. She wanted to kiss him badly right now. She knew she shouldn't. Even deep in her foggy mind right now, she knew she shouldn't, but she wanted too badly. And she almost would have if she hadn't heard the sound of giggling students coming directly to the room they were in secluded at the end of the hall.
What if they were one of her students? What if they saw her like this? What would they think?
Within seconds, Melanie popped off the bed as if someone lit fire in her ass and jumped inside of the closet where no one could see her or find her. She closed the door behind herself, and once it was closed, she giggled at how stupid she was being and how drunk she felt until the door opened again with Noah staring at her with a lazy frown.
"What are you doing?"
At the same time, she heard the door open, and she pulled Noah inside the closet and closed it.
"Hey! Is anyone in here— Oh, good."
Immediately, those giggles turned into kissing sounds, and when Melanie peeked through the slats of the closet door, she saw one of her students from her second-period course making out with a boy. Melanie sighed in relief.
"Why did you come in here?" Noah whispered.
"It's one of my students," Melanie said. "What if they see me in here? Uh, Noah, I shouldn't have let you take me here," she whined. Now, she wasn't feeling so good anymore, and she really wanted to be back in her bed to sleep off the headache she knew would come. She was never good with liquor. She should have never drunk alcohol even if she was under pressure by her supposed friends.
"It's fine," Noah said, pulling her to him as he rubbed her shoulders. "Don't be mad at me."
"I'm very mad," Melanie said, pouting as she removed her head from his chest to look up at him. Big mistake. Now, she could only notice how handsome he was and how close they were. Noah was really handsome. He looked down at her and smiled. Wait. Did she say that out loud?
"I didn't mean that," she started, but Noah brought his finger to her lip.
"You've got to whisper," he said. "So, we don't get caught."
And then Melanie remembered they were hiding in a closet and took notice of the groans and moans that were being made. It was a little too erotic and made the room hotter than what it needed to be. She looked at Noah under her lashes, wondering if he was taking note of the heat in the room, and surely, he was looking down at her with a lazy grin.
"You really are beautiful," he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her temple. Butterflies swarmed her stomach at an impossible rate.
"Don't do that," Melanie said as she lightly slapped his chest.
"My bad," he slurred. "I think I'm drunker than I thought."
"Me too," Melanie mumbled as she leaned her head against his chest, hugging him. He hugged her back and continued to rub her shoulder as they both waited, ignoring the heavy moans and panting.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" Melanie asked as she looked at him again. And when Noah looked at her, his lips were mere inches from her own. She stared into his blue eyes, and before she knew it, they were joined as one as his lips pressed against hers. And once it happened, whatever hold they had on their sobriety was gone as they kissed each other. His lips were softer than she had expected and felt good against her own. She pressed closer to him as his tongue swept across the seam of her lips, requesting entrance, and Melanie obliged. When she felt his tongue lick her own, she quivered. Even with the hint of alcohol on his tongue, he tasted so good. She could get drunk on this.
His hands moved from her shoulders down to her lower back, setting her body on fire before he grabbed and squeezed her ass. They kissed and kissed, over and over again, their mouths becoming numb as their tongues massaged each other, and Melanie became incredibly wet, especially with Noah's hands caressing her. Oh fuck. She wanted him. And if they kept going on any longer, she would fuck him in this closet.
When Noah pushed her against the wall, they stumbled over some boxes.
"What was that?" Jeanna, Melanie's student, asked.
