She sighed happily and snuggled closer.
I wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t exactly havegame, the way other guys talked about it, but I knew what I was doing in bed enough to have some confidence. But being with Professor Carrington made me feel like I was fifteen and it was my first time all over again.
It was strange because I didn’t think of her the way I thought of my other professors. In addition to being about four decades younger than the others in her department, shelookedyoung. If you put her in sweatpants and dropped her randomly on campus, I would’ve assumed she was a student without a second thought.
She also wasn’t as judgmental as I expected a professor to be. She gave me a small lecture about hacking into the faculty Wi-Fi, but didn’t turn me in. Same for the Davenport stuff. A Criminology Professor should have scolded me about the importance of the legal system and letting law enforcement do their job, but she seemed downrightthrilledby the way I had exposed Davenport.
All in all, it felt like a dream. One I didn’t want to wake from.
“I like your Matrix poster,” she purred against my chest.
“Really?”
“No.” She snorted. “I was teasing you. The poster looks cheesy.”
“Well thisisa dorm room,” I reminded her. “I’ll decorate better when I have my own place.”
“What’s playing on your computer?” she asked. “I can hear the music through your headphones over there.”
I chuckled. “I didn’t get a chance to turn them off. It’s the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.”
She twisted to gaze up at me.
“What? I told you, musicals relax me. I do a lot of good coding work with that kind of music on in the background.”
“I didn’t say anything. I’m just surprised you chose Phantom, considering it’s the most overrated musical in the history of Broadway.”
I pushed up until I was resting my back against the headboard. “Woah, now you’ve gone too far. Phantom is a masterpiece.”
“It’s overrated.”
“How so?”
“It’s dumb,” she argued, sitting up and pulling the bedsheet up to cover her bare chest. “This dude’s been living underneath a Paris theater all these years and they just… let him?”
“You need better suspension of disbelief,” I said. “Musicals don’t always have to make sense.”
“I bet you love CATS, too,” she teased.
“Nowthat’sthe most overrated musical,” I said. “I hate CATS with every fiber of my soul. Andrew Lloyd Webber really missed the mark.”
“Glad we agree on one thing.” Her eyes lowered to my lips, and then she gave me a soft kiss before snuggling up against me again. “I can’t believe you outed Joshua Davenport.”
“Right?” I felt myself grin. “That douchebag supreme deserved it.”
“You sound very pleased with yourself.”
“Because I am. It took weeks of work to hack into his accounts.” I hesitated. “Is this the part where you lecture me on how I should’ve allowed the legal system to do its job, Professor Carrington?”
“First of all, you can call me Lila. When we’re alone. Obviously, don’t do that in class or around other people.”
“Obviously.”
“And second… I did intend to give that lecture when I stormed over here,” she admitted. “But honestly, sometimes the legal system fails. It protects people like Joshua Davenport while punishing those who weren’t born with his advantages. Sometimes I’m able to shake it off and focus on the positive things, but other times…”
She shrugged. “Other times, it’s nice to see a predator like him get what he deserves. Even if it took a little vigilantism to make it happen.”
“What I’m hearing is that you think I’m Batman,” I said.
