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No, you just wanted to watch her like a creep.
"I know. Nobody's usually here on Fridays."
"I am, but I got caught up with something and had to come later than usual. The student gym isn't good enough for you?"
She rolls her emerald eyes, full of equal parts amusement and disdain.
"Well, you know, when you have the Dean on speed dial, you get whatever you want." She shrugs with a hint of sarcasm, like a self-aware brat.
"Ahh, right. How could I forget?" I say, more playfully this time.
She resumes her workout, one so intense it would have the most seasoned athletes impressed. She sprawls herself on the floor, chest heaving, and skin glowing. It makes me curious about what she would look like on my bed, fully satiated in post-orgasmic bliss. Would she want coffee? Ice cream? A hot shower? A massage?
"Don't you have more sets? I only counted twenty-six." I gesture towards her bench, weights still racked.
"I need a shower," she says, perfunctory.
"A shower? You just got here." I scoff.
She shrugs as if she doesn't understand my jest. "We can't all have as much stamina as you do, Professor."
“Oh, you don't even know half of my stamina, Olivia.” I don't know what possesses me to say it.
I half-heartedly regret it, even though my cock isn't a tad bit sorry for my sadist behavior. Her face flushes, and I swear it's more vibrant than the last time I saw it. She hesitates, exhaling a shaky breath, before narrowing her eyes. She jumps to her feet and widens the distance between us.
"Did I mention it's going to be a cold one?" she calls over her shoulder as she walks away. I can hear the triumphant smirk in her voice.
I need a cold shower, too. Right along with an exorcism and maybe a tailored twelve-step program. This is going to be harder than I thought.
Chapter Three
Olivia
TheworldspinsasI lay on the velvet love seat in the living room, the fabric soft and beckoning me to sleep with every ounce of wine I continue to drink. I'm nearly three-quarters through a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc with Mia. Sitting on the adjacent couch, her long dancer legs are in black knee socks, tucked underneath her, and she’s just as drunk as me. Swirling her wine demurely with one perfectly polished hand, she twirls her silky blonde locks in the other. It's a habit of hers when she's thinking of something dangerous. I've only known her for a little over a month, but it hasn't exactly been difficult to catch on to.
Our Friday night consists of throwing caution to the wind and doing what nineteen-year-old college freshmen do best: drinking and gossiping in celebration of making it through our first two weeks relatively unscathed. Mia and I have a lot in common, so conversation is easy. As predicted, we've become fast friends since moving in. We're both pre-med freshmen with plans to attend medical school. Our families both come from old money. While our families weren't exactly friendly throughout the years, they're not quite rivals either. I'm surprised that we didn't run in the same circle. Truthfully, I feel like I've known her longer.
“Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting to hear from the girls so quickly. They want me to pledge Sigma Xi Mu!”
“How could they not, babe?” Mia pours us each another glass of wine as we talk.
“So, how hot for teacher are you, exactly?” She leans forward excitedly, like she's been waiting to ask for a lifetime. Even in my current state of fucked up, I don't need to clarify who she means. He’s been occupying too many thoughts of mine.
Time passed ungodly slowly after DeLuca's class on Monday. Unfortunately, there haven't been any more gym encounters. We keep missing each other. It didn't deter me from thinking about him, though. When it comes time to study, I think of DeLuca. Every time that I shower, I’m thinking of DeLuca. After the shower, I fuck myself to sleep, and I definitely think of DeLuca. It is honestly becoming problematic. This unfamiliar territory of sexual obsession is out of character for me, even for my considerable libido.
I look at her like she has three heads. “Have you heard me turn my vibrator off lately? I can’t even, Mia. The accent, his body, and the whole brooding, cocky personality have me obsessed. Don't even get me started.” I sip my wine to cool down, contemplating an ice bath. She raises her eyebrows as I turn as red as the cherry tomatoes in the veggie tray in front of us. "I need a cold towel."
Mia laughs, and an unexpected snort breaks free, making us hysterical. I swear, at one point, wine comes out of my nose.
"It seems like it's already started. Your vibe needs an award. Maybe therapy," she says once we've composed ourselves. She takes a long sip of wine, then looks at me expectantly.
"What?" I sit up cautiously and groan at the effort it takes.
"I'm just wondering what the fuck you're going to do about it.”
I consider her words. I know I could, but I shouldn’t. "Too soon."
"Need I remind you that you have three months at best to get what you want?" She gives me an all-knowing look, daring me to argue.
