Page 109 of Until We Meet Again

It's been hours, and I'm not talking about one or two. It's been a solid five fucking hours of me pacing around the house, waiting for her to arrive, and I'm about to lose my damn mind here.

Whatever she wants, I have to be patient and allow her to set the pace. It isn't easy because I'm more than ready to start our lives together, but I won't push her. I'm the one who set us back, and I'm the one who needs to make that right.

Knocking at the door pulls my impatient ass out of my thoughts.

With three large strides, I hurriedly approach the front door, desperate to see my girl again. Waiting for her has been pure torture. As soon as I open the door, I'm met with her beautiful face, and I notice her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. But something is off. Usually, I can read her like a damn book, but her expression's devoid of any emotion, leaving me out in the dark, not knowing which way this is going to go. Her beautiful smile, the smile that started this whole thingbetween us, is nowhere to be seen. But she also doesn't seem angry or upset.

I don't like this. I don't like how uneasy I feel.

The word "hey" slips past her lips, and as soon as she says it, it hits me that things aren’t going to go how I wanted them to. Her voice is gentle, almost a whisper, as she stands at the door. I gesture for her to come in, but she raises a hand to stop me.

"I'm not staying," she says, and my gut twists from disappointment and fear, knowing that my last shred of hope is quickly slipping away.

"Why not?" I ask, my thoughts all over the fucking place as the world around me suddenly starts to spin.

"Here." She hands me an envelope without explanation. "I'll see you around." She turns on her heel and walks away. My first impulse is to grab her ponytail and drag her back to me, bend her over, and punish her perfect pussy for coming here and dangling herself in front of me like some forbidden fruit.

"Woah, hey, wait," I call out to her, and she turns back to me but says nothing.

"What is this?"

"I need you to read it alone, and when you're done, I'm happy for you to contact me if you want to."

"Tessa…"

"I'll talk to you soon, Professor."

As she turns on her heel and makes her way back to her car, I’m left standing here feeling utterly fucked and not knowing what the hell is going on. I go back inside my house, closing the front door behind me and pressing my back against it. My hand grips the envelope tightly, my mind racing with anticipation. The only thing holding me back from charging straight after her is my insatiable curiosity to know what’s in my hands.

I keep my back against the door and rip open the white envelope. Before my eyes even begin to scan the words, I know exactly what this is, and my breath catches in my throat.

P.S. I MISS US

I want you.

With me.

Beside me.

Inside me.

My soul aches for your touch.

God, I miss you so much.

Consume me, Professor.

Your breath on my neck,

My heart knows you're near.

Watching you smile as I whisper,

"I'm forever yours" in your ear.

I want you.

I love you.

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