"What do you want?" Noah asked, grinning playfully.
"Noah," Melanie whined. It was the fact that she couldn't pick which was why she asked him.
"To be honest, all of these cars are good. A little small, but good." She rolled her eyes. "But you got to imagine what you're going to be driving around in for the next three years. If you're asking for my opinion, I would say the Honda Civic."
"Why?"
"Great mileage, not too flashy like you, and unlike the first two, I would actually be able to fit in the passenger seat. Do you know you like really small cars?"
"Well, everyone doesn't drive monster trucks like you," Melanie said as she took a closer look at the car Noah liked.
"First, I'm not driving a monster truck," he said, tugging on her hair, and she swatted his hand before he dropped an arm around her shoulder. "Second, my truck isn't that big. You're just short. I have to help you in every time."
"Since when has 5'6 been considered short?" Melanie asked as she stepped away from Noah and got into the driver's seat. When she sat behind the wheel, she really got the feel of it.
"It's short compared to me being 6'1," he retorted as he got into the passenger seat. "See, if I got in that car over there, I would barely be able to get my knees in."
Melanie laughed. "I'm not picking a car based on whether you can fit in it or not. You have your own vehicle."
"So, you're not going to think about your favorite student?" Noah asked coyly as he pushed some of her hair back from her face and placed it behind her ear. "I don't matter to you at all anymore."
"You're not my favorite student, Noah," Melanie said, though she was starting to wonder how true her words were because she definitely did not have this relationship with any of her other students. And she wouldn't have wanted to spend any time with her students in the way she liked spending time with Noah. Maybe he was her favorite student, but she would never admit that to him. Not in this lifetime.
"If you say so," Noah said, clearly not believing her.
"This does feel nice," Melanie said after a while. "I think this is the one."
"I think so too," Noah said.
Melanie gave a thumbs up to Damon, who still stood outside the car watching them. He smiled before he gestured to his office and walked away. When Melanie got out, she would thank him for all of his help. He was a really nice guy, and thanks to him, she would have a new car.
"Are y'all talking?" Noah asked as he leaned back in his seat.
"Huh?" Melanie asked, confused by his question. "Talking?"
"You know, 'dating,'" Noah explained, and Melanie quickly shook her head. They just met each other.
"He's been flirting with you since we got here. And I didn't know you both met at the game."
"First of all, he wasn't flirting with me," Melanie said, though she knew it was a total lie. Throughout their time there, Damon would throw charming smiles her way and say overly sweet things, showing his attraction for her. But, Melanie wouldn't admit that to Noah. For some reason, she didn't want him to know. "Second, why does it matter that we met at the game? You act like I withheld some information from you."
"It's not that," Noah said as he ran his fingers through her hair, and though Melanie should have stopped him, she didn't. Feeling his fingers run through her scalp felt incredibly good. "I was just curious since you never mentioned him. But he was definitely flirting with you. Do you like him?"
"And if I did?" Melanie asked. She didn't really have to explain herself to Noah, and she really didn't want to either. One, because Noah was her student, and, once again, another line in the sand was being crossed. Yeah, she told Noah a lot of things. Like how her day went or when she brought something or when she ate something good, but there was no way in hell that she would ever discuss her personal life with him. Second, she didn't even know how she felt about Damon. He was a nice guy, and he was very handsome with his chocolate eyes and warm brown skin. But for some reason, she didn't feel any spark with him. There was nothing there, so she didn't know whether she wanted to pursue it or not.
"Nothing," Noah said as he shrugged, sitting up again, close enough that their faces were only mere inches apart. "Just curious."
"Don't be," Melanie said as her eyes flickered from his blue eyes to his lips.
"I have to be curious about my favorite professor," Noah said, his own eyes dropping to her lips before he lowered his face and pressed a kiss against her neck. "That's what favorite students are for."
"Noah," Melanie warned before she whimpered, feeling him suck on her neck. "You're crossing a line. You're my student."
They both needed to remember that. This was what they needed to think about every time they were with each other— their boundaries, their lines crossed in the sand, and that their relationship wasn't possible. It just wasn't.
Noah gave her one last suck before pulling back. His eyes were low-lidded, drunken with lust that made her want to climb over and sit on his lap and suck on his neck too just to see how good he would taste under her lips.
"I bet if you did it, you couldn't get me to feel the way you feel right now."
