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I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I’d written the note in a moment of weakness. But it could be a good thing. If she was ever in trouble, she’d call me. I’d help get her home safely. End of story. I was just trying to help. And even though I was hoping it would be more than that, I handed the syllabus to her anyway. "Well here you go then.”
She gave me a small smile. "Thank you."
"So a walk in the rain with a stranger was a highlight to your eventful evening, was it?"
"It was the only good thing about last night, actually."
Mine too."I had my suspicions after you referred to this class as a date."
She placed her hand over her eyes, and then slowly let it slide down her face. "I thought I had dreamt that." She looked completely mortified. And beautiful. God she was so fucking beautiful.
"I didn't realize I had made an appearance in your dreams, Miss Taylor."Wrong.It was the wrong thing to say. And yet…it didn’t feel wrong.
"That's not what I...I mean you didn't. Well I meant..."
I laughed, knowing we had to end our conversation. Students for the next class would be walking in soon. And I had another class to get to. "Have a good weekend, Miss Taylor. Maybe on Monday I'll ask everyone to share a memorable dream they had over the weekend."
Her jaw actually dropped. The door creaked open and students for the next class started walking in. "Professor Hunter," she said as she quickly turned and walked toward the door.
My eyes wandered to her ass. She was wearing jean shorts that were short enough to kill me. If she bent over I was pretty sure I’d see parts of her I’d only imagined in my dreams the last few nights. I closed my eyes. I was losing control. And if there was one thing I knew about myself, I had a hard time getting that control back once I forfeited it.
Obsessed - Chapter 6
Sunday
I glanced at my phone again. I’d thought that maybe Friday night I would get a call from Penny. I pictured her in the rain again, waiting for me to walk her home. But the call hadn’t come. So I’d pictured it again on Saturday night. It was all I could think about. But…again she didn’t call. Now it was Sunday and my phone had no unread messages or missed calls.
Maybe she hadn’t read the syllabus yet. That was the best-case scenario. Had I ever bothered to read my syllabi when I was in college? I couldn’t remember, so probably not.
The worst-case scenario? She’d seen the note and reported me to the dean for being inappropriate. Either way, I would eventually get a call. Maybe she should report me. The things I had thought about doing to her…
“James, are you expecting a call?”
My eyes gravitated back to Dr. Clark. He was giving me a hard stare, and I realized he had probably been trying to get my attention for some time. I cleared my throat. “Hm?”
“You keep looking at your phone.”
I slid my cell phone back into my pocket. “It’s nothing. Just a work thing.” A lie. A bad one at that. But what was I supposed to say? That I had been waiting all weekend for a student to text or call me? That it was the only thing I was looking forward to anymore? That it was the only thing I could think of? Noneof those answers were appropriate. I knew I should be talking about this. That was why I was here. To talk about my feelings and whatever. But I had no desire to be judged right now. I knew what I was doing was wrong. I didn’t need him to tell me that.
“A work thing?” He raised both eyebrows. “On a Sunday? That seems a bit odd in your profession.”
“Really, it’s nothing. You have my undivided attention.” He most definitely did not. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so distracted.
Dr. Clark put his notebook and pen down. “It’s not about giving me your undivided attention. It’s about you wanting to be here. It’s about showing up for yourself, James. Putting yourself first for once in your life.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry. Lay it on me, Doc. I’m…present.” I figured he’d like the meditation term.
“Great.” He picked his notepad back up. “Let’s move on then. How are the breathing exercises going that I gave you?”
I only really used them when my mind wandered to Penny. I was hoping that if I could focus on breathing maybe I could unfocus my mind on her. But it wasn’t working. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Reminding myself to breathe around her did at least stop me from grabbing her and kissing her though. So it was probably working better than I realized. “It’s easier when I run.”
“It is easier with exercise. Speaking of which, how is the yoga going?”
I laughed. “I’m not doing yoga.”
He wrote something down in his notebook and I frowned.
I hated when he wrote stuff down. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t say anything else notebook worthy.
