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Not happening."Miss Taylor, if you would, please wait a moment."
She froze in place. I couldn’t tell if she looked excited or scared that I was speaking to her.
My eyes trailed down her body. "You're wearing my sweater."
"I've been told I look good in it."
I pressed my lips together. Not just good. Sexy as sin. Enticing.Untouchable.I hated that last thought. It made me feel sick to my stomach. "You have a date this weekend.” I hoped that came out casual. Because in reality I wanted to rip the guy’s head off.
She gulped, her throat making this adorable squeaking noise. "And how was yours?" she asked. The adorableness was gone, she was staring at me rather accusatorily.
"Hmmm?" I raised my left eyebrow. What the hell was she talking about?
"I have another class I need to get to."
"So do I." For some reason my heart started racing. I didn’t want her to leave. All weekend I’d just be thinking about who the fuck had their hands on her.
"Well then." She turned.
"Penny?" The tips of my fingers brushed the back of her wrist before I even realized I’d reached out to her. Her skin felt like fire against mine. All the warmth and light from her, invading my senses. I took the deepest breath that I had in weeks. And all I smelled was cherry blossoms. She smelled just like spring.
I watched her shiver, but then she continued retreating from me.
I knew she felt that connection too. How was she walking away right now? How was she going on a date with someone else?Because you’re her professor. You’re too old for her.Everything about the two of us together was wrong.
Before she left, she turned her head and said, "Have a good weekend, Professor Hunter."
It was like she knew my weekend was going to be hell. Because she wasn’t going to be a part of it.
Obsessed - Chapter 12
Saturday
I looked down at my phone one more time. For some reason, I had this hope that Penny would text me. She’d say she cancelled her date and show up outside my apartment in nothing but lacy black lingerie, holding a bottle of whipped cream.
There was a lot wrong with that scenario. Everything down to the fact that she had no idea where I lived. And the fact that the autumn air was too cold to prance around in just lingerie.Oh, and the fact that I’m her professor.
Breathe.This week had been slow torture. Penny had invaded all my senses. My appointment with Dr. Clark tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. I needed to actually tell him about Penny. The secret was driving me insane. Or maybe it was just the temptation that was killing me. Either way, he’d know what to do.
He’ll tell you to stop.
But I ignored a lot of Dr. Clark’s advice. If I did everything he said, I’d probably be going to a family dinner at my parents’ on Sundays instead of seeing him. Which would be unbearable. I doubted they’d even let me join them for a meal. Not that I wanted to. Fuck them. Fuck everyone in New York. That city nearly killed me. I couldn’t go back to a city that felt like it suffocated me.
Dr. Clark didn’t really understand. And just because he told me to do something didn’t mean I had to. I eyed the yoga matcollecting dust in the corner of my closet. Proof that I wasn’t taking my therapy sessions seriously enough.
I glanced at my phone one more time and then pulled on my running shoes. I needed to get some fresh air. Maybe then I’d come back and lie in corpse pose until I died of sex deprivation.
***
I wasn’t sure why I even tried to sleep anymore. Tonight was especially impossible. I couldn’t stop thinking about Penny with someone else. That perfect smile. Her laugh. The blush that crept across her cheeks when she was embarrassed. All for someone else.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling again. Maybe I needed to put a poster up there. Something motivational for slumber like, “Shut your damn eyes and go to sleep you idiot.” Anything along those lines would do.
But the poster wasn’t there, so my mind stayed focused on Penny. Was she inviting her date back to her place? Was he kissing her goodnight? Or was she inviting him in for more? The thought of her wanting anyone else was the hardest pill to swallow. Because I certainly didn’t. She was all I could think about.
I couldn’t just lie here all night thinking about the what-ifs. I needed to get some fresh air. Another run would be good. Butmy body didn’t move. I was exhausted, mentally and physically. So why the hell wouldn’t my brain turn off?
Breathe.
