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“You’re mine now,” I remind us both. So happy I know I must look like a madman, but her dreamy smile, her eyes so clear and bright.
I know she’s thinking the same thing.
We both are.
Opening her mouth, she changes her mind. Choosing not to say something.
But I think it’s high time she heard it from the one it means the most.
“I love you, Sheree. I’ve loved you since the moment you walked through that door and I’ll love you until the day I—”
She presses a finger to my lips, not wanting me to say the rest.
Not wanting to put a time limit on this feeling, on us.
“I love you, Professor Grayson,” she teases, then says my name properly.
“I love you, Michael Grayson. And I always will.”
Chapter Seventeen
Sheree
It's dark out by the time the world comes back into focus for us both.
It’s hard to register the dark anymore. I used to be afraid of the dark until recently.
I even had a nightlight in my dorm room.
The whole world just seems brighter with Michael Grayson in it somehow.
When he’s inside me, for sure it is.
There’s no awkward silence, no regrets and there are none of the self-doubts I spent years telling myself would happen if and when anybody finally pitied me enough to take my virginity.
Michael has claimed me as his woman, made me a woman in the best way he knows how.
No pity there, just love.
A love I only dreamed could exist and never thought I’d feel bouncing right back to me every time I voice it or show it.
He’s a huge man, an intellectual man. But he’s also a deep, caring, and emotional man.
When he wants to be.
He picks me up, holding me close and kissing me. Telling me I’m everything he’s ever wanted and I tell him all the things I’ve never been able to until now.
Not once does his huge, muscular body look or feel tired before he finally sets me down. Suggesting we get dressed and head home.
Home.
The word home grips me suddenly, bringing back all the things I’ve somehow managed to forget or even think about for what must be the past couple of hours.
It feels like only minutes have passed, but Michael and I have been busy for some time.
Hours in fact.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, looking concerned. Asking if he hurt me.
I smile, almost laughing out loud.
“Umm… You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him. I smile and rub the top of his huge bicep.
I may never walk straight again, but no. You didn’t hurt me, Michael Grayson.
“Then what’s the matter?” he asks again.
“Home?” I ask. “Where exactly is home for me now?”
It’s more a question for the universe than for him right now.
I’m not expecting him to provide me with a home and a brand new life moments after claiming me.
“I guess I’ll have another night, the last night on campus in the dorms…” I murmur to myself, hearing his tongue click with annoyance.
“I need to empty this place too,” he echoes back. Both of us suddenly feeling our worlds, our lives rearing their ugly heads again.
“You’re staying with me, Sheree,” he adds suddenly. Shaking his head at the idea of me going back to the dorms.
“Umm… Zoe?” I ask, not meaning to sound bratty. Just needing to point out the blatantly obvious.
Seriously? I don’t think we’d pull it off as professor and student in public or private anymore.
Every time he looks at me, his hands are on me and I’m just as giddy whenever I even think about him let alone get near him.
That cock though… Those muscles…
No.
It’ll never work.
I feel a little worried now, scared even. I have to head back to Mama and Papa Peterson at some point. And now I’m gonna need a place to stay until I do.
Why is he smiling like a lunatic?
“What?” I ask, my worry projecting out into a bad mood already.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him straight away, explaining my dilemma, in case he wasn’t fully aware of it.
“I told you I’d take care of everything. Of you,” he says with confidence like he’s reminding me of something already set in stone.
He helps me finish getting dressed, conveniently leaving his hands up my sweater, taking my mind off everything for a few moments until I playfully bat his hands away.
And only after I kiss him like I know he wants me.
“This is serious, Michael,” I say, but he only chuckles like a child.
I’m wondering if he fully understands what’s going on when his cell buzzes from his jacket. He snaps it up in a second, answering without looking who’s calling.
“Zoe. Hello, pumpkin,” he says way too quickly. His voice rising in pitch as well as getting louder.
“Uh… No, no I haven’t seen her,” he adds, grimacing. Holding my eyes with his.
I can’t hear her from where I’m standing, but I know Zoe well enough to figure out what she’s saying.
