Page 74 of Devoured

But I didn’t recognize the way she was staring at me.

I shrugged, trying to play it off.

"Okay,” she said and handed the soda back to me. "I actually want one of those."

"You do?"

"Yes, please."

I smiled and opened the fridge back up for her. She grabbed the juice boxes while I grabbed the plates. We sat down at the kitchen counter and I watched her take a huge bite of pizza. It was only a matter of seconds before her first slice was gone.

I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t seem to stop. She was ravenous. And I was pretty sure that’s exactly how I felt about her. "I'm glad to see that you've gotten your appetite back."

"That's what your love does for me."

I smiled and took a bite. "This is pretty delicious."

"I told you." She put her lips seductively around the straw of her juice box and took a sip.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t purposely being seductive. But whenever she wrapped her lips around anything all I could picture was them wrapped around my cock.

“Why is everything so much better with a straw?" she asked.

"I don't know, but it really is." I took a sip from my juice box too.

And she immediately started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It's just...you look like a model and you're drinking from a juice box. It's like, the sexiest apple juice ad ever."

"Marketing at its finest?"

"Absolutely."

I laughed. I wanted to keep making her smile. "What do you want to do with our day off tomorrow?"

"It's not really a day off. I'm supposed to just recuperate, right?"

"We're both ditching class. So it's kind of a day off. We can do whatever you want."

"I think I'd like to see what a normal day is like for you. The behind the professor's facade special."

"You do like to watch a lot of T.V., huh?"

"I don't think I watch an unusual amount. You're the weird one. Who doesn't have a T.V.?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes I watch stuff on my computer. Speaking of which, I need to send out that email about canceling class.” And one other thing. “I'll be right back."

"It really is okay if you need to go to class."

"I don't need to." I kissed her and slid off my stool. I walked into my office and called Ian as I booted up my computer.

“What’s up?” he said.

“I need your help with something.” I started typing out emails to cancel my classes.

There was a long pause. “Are you going to tell me what this something is?”

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