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I mean…I wanna be here.

I wanna be in this bed.

This home.

Yeah, the club is nice, and my spot there is too, but this is different.

This is the first place, first real opportunity I’ve had to crash safely outside of it.

“Here,” she innocently extends the device in my direction.

Not capturing her wrist instead isn’t an option.

Nor is not tugging her down to tumble on top of me.

Having her straddling my lap while her cat is wedged on my chest between us brings me back to weird.

But good weird.

Wonder what the word for it is.

She probably knows.

She’s smart as fuck.

“What’s uh…” my finger keys in my passcode, “what’s a word for good weird?”

“Wacky?”

Small chortles accompany my reply, “Less cartoonish.”

“Oooph…um…maybe idiosyncratic?”

“Less collegey.”

“But technically, you are in college.”

“And fucking my professor.”

Her wiggle stirs my cock in spite of the fact we both know it needs the rest. “Again, technically not a professor. Those aren’t my credentials, nor did I ever want them to be.”

I open the text with my thumb yet keep my attention pinned to her. “What’s the diff?”

“Basically an affinity for research.”

“Which you don’t have.”

“Nope.”

“You have an affinity for me?”

Bright redness returns to her cheeks prompting me to arrogantly chortle as she huffs, “Less now.”

“Liar.”

“Sh.”

Light laughs leave us both only mine become severed by the message waiting for me. “Shit.” Holding back my eye roll is difficult but done to meet her gaze instead. “I gotta go to work.”