Page 317 of Stalked By my Professor
She turns to give me a nervous smile that fades when she sees my expression.
“Don’t make me regret this,” I say as I pull out of the parking lot.
She scoffs. “Seriously?”
I glance at her, raising my eyebrows, and the incredulity fades from her face. “I’ll be beyond pissed if I go to all this trouble only to find out you care more about clothes than you do about your future.”
“Please.” Her manicured nails sparkle as she guides the seatbelt over her pristine dress. “I giveat leasthalf a shit about my education.”
“Well, thank God for that.”
She makes a pleased humming sound when I turn on the stereo and Adiago for Strings flows through the speakers.
Another confirmation that I’m currently playing into multiple fantasies little Melissa has had running through her rigorously controlled mind since puberty.
When we stop at a red light, she turns to give me another quick smile. I turn in my seat, wrist draped over the steering wheel.
“Look at me.”
She stiffens, but her body turns as if she’s not in control of it anymore.
I brush a strand of hair from her face where it caught on her lip gloss, my knuckle grazing over her cheek.
“My apologies, Miss Parker. That was very distracting.”
She slowly faces forward again, lips parted, eyes wide.
I allow myself a small smile as I turn onto Earl Avenue.
I’ll always remember our first touch, just how I’ll always remember our last.
Do you remember our first touch, Haven?
What about you, Kai?
My hands creak against the leather as I tighten my grip. Rain dashes itself against the windshield, my wiper blades struggling to keep up with the deluge.
Don’t you wish it would stop, Billy?
I do.
I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up.
But then I think of you, and I can’t sleep.
It’s never going to stop, is it, Billy?
Never, ever,ever.
