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It sounded the most stupid thing I’d ever heard.
Unfortunately, I knew that the only reason I was able to even think about it like that was that it wasn’t Waggoner in front of me. If he’d been there, I’d totally think it was worth it.
And my body seemed surprisingly calm, as though it already knew that we’d get to go home to Waggoner soon. Normally, I felt itchy and restless if I was away from him too long and I looked forward to his lectures as little pools of clear, cool water in a desert.
Professor Gatwick cleared his throat meaningfully and I looked up, startled. He gave me a significant look and I grabbed my pen, holding it over my notebook. I even began to write.
I wasn’t writing down his lecture, though. I was writing a to-do list.
There were a couple of books I needed to grab from the library to get started on my Engineering project. Then I’d meet with my tutor to discuss my plans and see what advice she had to give. Then I wanted to go to campus security, to see if I could watch the CCTV footage of Waggoner’s mugging. I might have to be persuasive about that. I wasn’t sure if they’d let me see it or not.
Satisfied that I had my afternoon planned, I sat there and let my mind wander back to my sexy older omega, sitting at home waiting for me. I sent a text under the desk.
ME: How are you feeling?
WAGGONER: Aren’t you in class right now?
ME: …. No?
WAGGONER: You *should* be.
ME: Ok, I am. And I am doing very well at it. Marvel at my concentration. I just wanted to check in with you. Haven’t heard from you all morning
It took a while for his next message to come through and I wondered why.
WAGGONER: I’m doing well thank you.
No idea why it had taken him so long to type that. I sent him another message.
ME: Good
ME: Does that mean you’re not missing me too much?
WAGGONER: I might be missing you a *little*
WAGGONER: I am trying to make lunch and can’t get the lid off this pickle jar
ME: Shame I’m not there. You clearly need me. Have you tried tapping it?
WAGGONER: I am an expert in physics. I know exactly where to tap it.
WAGGONER: Unfortunately, I am an expert in *theoretical* physics…
I snorted out a laugh and had to smother it quickly as Professor Gatwick shot me a glare. I tried to turn it into a cough and slunk low in my seat.
When Professor Gatwick turned away again, I snuck my phone back out.
ME: I think Prof Gatwick is onto me
WAGGONER: Best to pay attention. He doesn’t like being ignored.
ME: Fine. I’ve got some things to do after this so I won’t be home until about four. Do you want me to bring anything back?
He didn’t reply again for so long that I slipped my phone back into my pocket and pretended to listen to the lecture. Only at the end did I unlock it to see if he had replied. The time stamp said it was eight minutes after my message. Maybe he’d been making that sandwich.
WAGGONER: No, we’ve got everything we need, thank you.
For some reason, that message made a warm feeling of contentment spread through my chest. I realised I had a stupid grin on my face when I got a few funny looks from the other students and Professor Gatwick said, “I hope you enjoyed my lecture, Mr. Morelli.”
