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She smiled and then walked out of the coffee shop. I stared after her. My baggy sweater, a pair of black leggings, and bright red rain boots. She somehow made the combination look like the sexiest thing in the world.
I shook my head, dismissing the thought. But it was hard to forget that for just a moment, while she was in my arms, it had been easier to breathe.
Obsessed - Chapter 2
Wednesday
It had been another restless night. But for once, I wasn’t plagued with thoughts of my past. My dreams had been consumed by the timid redhead from the coffee shop. All I could focus on was the blush of her cheeks and those bright blue eyes.
She wasn’t necessarily an undergrad. She easily could have been a grad student. Or maybe she didn’t even go here at all. She could have been on her way to work. But who referred to going to work as having an 8 a.m.? And only students carried backpacks.
Grad student. That’s what I was hoping for. The possibilities didn’t matter in my dreams, though. I dreamt about wrapping my fingers in her hair and guiding her lips to my…
Breathe. I had woken up with a hard-on and I was regretting my decision to not relieve myself. I walked into Smith Hall and made my way up the stairs. I needed to focus on the class I was about to teach. But no matter what I thought, my mind kept running back to her.
Why hadn’t I said anything to her when I had a chance? I could have asked her if she was a student. Or at least asked for her name. For some reason, I'd completely shut down. I'd been captivated by her face. The blush of her cheeks. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?
I stopped outside my classroom and pulled my hand down my face. I needed to stop obsessing. We ran into each other once. I was never going to see her again. Which was for the best.She was most likely a student, probably an undergraduate one. I sighed. I had a class to teach. That would at least be a good distraction from her for the next 50 minutes.
I opened the door to my classroom and walked in. The room immediately fell silent. I dropped my satchel on the desk and turned to my new students. This was one of my favorite parts of teaching. Setting the initial tone for the upcoming semester. Seeing all the new faces and some old ones. "Welcome to Comm 212 - Oral Communication in Business. I am Professor Hunter."
When my eyes scanned the room, all the air left my lungs.
There she was. Sitting in the back row of my classroom right next to a window. She was staring out the window, not even listening to me. The sun shining through the window made her hair even brighter. It practically shimmered, drawing all my attention to her.
Fuck. Me.
She slowly turned. And made direct eye contact with me. The color immediately rose to her cheeks.
For just a second, it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like someone had punched me right in the gut. Any hope I had that the girl from the coffee shop wasn’t a student was gone. I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away from her. "I know that most of you are seniors and have waited until the last minute to take this class. I haven't met a student yet who was excited about Comm. Heck, I don't even like teaching it."
Light laughter broke out amongst the students. I kept my eyes off the redhead, even though all I wanted to do was stare. If she was sitting in this class, she was most likely a senior. At least 21, maybe even 22 already. I tried to dismiss the thought. It didn’t matter that she was in her twenties, she was still a student.Mystudent.
"Seriously, we have to teach this class on a rotating basis. I'm not even sure I'm qualified. I promise it won't be as painful as the rumors have made it out to be, though. I tend to grade rather easily so there's no need to be nervous when you're giving speeches.” I was rambling. I could feel her eyes on me. It was so hard not to stare. “But I like to jump right into things. I'm going to take attendance. When I call your name, please stand and tell me one interesting fact about yourself. Then I'll stop torturing you and you can all leave class early.” I needed to get out of this classroom. I needed to get away from her. I needed time to force myself to stop thinking about the vision of her from my dreams. “Not so bad, right?” I looked down at my class list. Okay, Raymond Asher."
I stole a glance at the redhead. She was staring at me in horror. I winced and turned away. Why was she looking at me like that?She’s upset that you’re her professor because she wants you too.No, she was probably just embarrassed from the other day. Clearly. Her face was crimson.
A boy in the middle of the classroom stood up from his desk. "Hi, I'm Ray. Hmmm, one interesting thing about myself? Well, I'm pretty good with the ladies."
"Yeah right, Ray," the girl beside him teased.
He tried to kiss the girl on the cheek when he sat back down, but she pulled away.
What a pompous prick."Well I can tell we'll all be enjoying your speeches,” I lied. “Ellie Doyle?"
A girl stood up in the front of the room and began talking, but I tuned her out. Every now and then someone would say something funny. Or they would be so unbearably awkward that it was better that I wasn’t paying attention. I was just waiting to see whathername was. I read through the list on autopilot. I needed a name for that perfect face. A name for my dreams.Jesus.I sat down behind my desk. Just thinking about her was making me hard. What was I, twelve?
I looked down at my list for what felt like the millionth time. This wasn’t going to be her either. "Tyler Stevens?" I said.
I had to be getting close. I was near the end of the list and she looked so nervous.
"Penny Taylor?"
No one answered.I guess that’s not her."Penny Taylor?" I asked again, ready to cross the name off my list.
She slowly stood up. "Hi everyone, I'm Penny."
I watched her cheeks turn pink. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and tell her she had no need to be nervous. Instead, I stared at her.Penny.It suited her. As soon as I heard it, I couldn’t imagine her name being anything else.
