Between the time it took for me to get ready and the drive over, it had been over an hour since Hayden had texted. My heart raced as I walked up to his front door. I’d been wanting a repeat with him since I’d left his house after our first night together, and I hoped the second one would live up to the memory I couldn’t get out of my mind.
I rang the doorbell and waited, but he didn’t answer. Pressing the button again, I looked through the large window next to the door and didn’t see any lights on inside. My brow furrowed.Where the hell was he?
I snatched my phone from my jeans pocket and typed a message:
I’m at your front door. Where are you?
As soon as I sent the text, a car pulled up in front of the house, and I watched as Hayden stumbled out of the backseat. Was my professor intoxicated? My heart sank as I realized that was probably the only reason he had texted me, because he’d made it pretty damn clear we couldn’t hook up again. Yet, I believed he’d changed his mind.
I jogged down his steps and rushed to help him so he wouldn’t fall, and a smile spread across his face as I approached.
“Hey,” he slurred. “You showed up.”
He tripped on the step leading to his door and I grabbed his arm to steady him. “I said I would.”
“I’m glad.” He swayed slightly as we stood at his front door, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not,” he argued while trying to enter his passcode on the keypad on his door. When it didn’t unlock, he cursed under his breath and tried again. Finally, after the third attempt, he was able to get it open. He stumbled over the threshold, but I continued to stand on the porch. He turned and asked, “Aren’t you going to come in?”
“That’s probably not a great idea.” I bit my bottom lip nervously.
“Why not? You’re already here.”
Leaving would have been the smart thing to do, but I couldn’t seem to force myself to do it. Instead, I silently followed him inside.
Hayden shook off his coat and hung it on the coat rack before bracing himself against the wall to kick off his shoes. Since I’d decided to stay, I took off my jacket and hung it next to his. He smiled as he grabbed my hand and led me to the living room.
When we reached the couch, he motioned for me to sit, and we both plopped down on the leather side by side.
“Tyler …” he whispered.
“Yes, Hay—Professor Foster?”
He rested the side of his head on the back of the couch as he turned slightly to face me. “I’m not your professor here.”
I swallowed. “Okay?”
He moved his hand onto my thigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem.”
His fingers inched closer to my denim covered bulge and even though I’d come over intending to get some action, I placed my hand over his and stopped his movement. “We shouldn’t—”
“Why not?” He leaned closer and pressed his lips against my neck.
I closed my eyes, relishing the way his hot mouth made my skin tingle, but somehow managed to reply, “Because you’re drunk, and you’ve told me multiple times that us having sex again would get you fired.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
I turned toward him. “I want you too, but—”
He silenced me with his mouth, and a moan escaped my throat as I melted into his kiss. When his tongue slipped past my lips, I could taste the booze and it reminded me he was drunk.
I pulled away, holding him back with my hands against his shoulders. It didn’t matter how much I wanted another night with him; I didn’t want to mess around when he wasn’t thinking clearly and would likely regret it the next day. “We can’t do this, remember?”
He leaned back and sighed. “You told me you were a rule follower, but the thought of doing something that could get you in trouble sparked a little something inside of you. It does me too.”
The last four words were a whisper and I looked over at him. His eyes closed, and after a few moments, his breathing evened out. It appeared as though he had fallen asleep. Figuring our night was truly over, I stood and helped him lay down fully on the couch. A blanket lay folded over the back of the recliner next to us, so I grabbed it to cover him.
