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Chapter 6
Violet
Okay, so I think its safe to say both the nutty Professor here and me might have more than a couple of deep-seated issues between us.
The word on my lips doesn’t match my thoughts. Doesn't come close to me trying to pack so I can leave town.
And go where? You don’t know anyone and you’re kinda broke right now…
Someone’s following me but he won’t involve the cops. And he’s started to order me around like I’m some kind of property. Now he wants to take me home with him?
It’s maybe too much of my own fantasies playing out too soon for me to cope with, plus the fact that my major hang up is being twenty years old and never even having been kissed by a boy let alone anything else… Especially with a man like Vincent.
But something in me snaps, like a dry twig in my mind. And suddenly I feel like I know what Vincent wants. Know what I want if I'm honest with myself.
Once he reaches out for me, I can see his dark eyes full of everything I need. A strong man. A mature and impossibly intelligent man. A handsome man, no doubt.
But more than that… The type of man I never had growing up. The man who can teach me things, show me things. And even though for the life of me I can’t think why, but I can’t put it into any other word.
“Daddy…” I whisper again, feeling my fingers curl into the soft fibers of his tweed jacket. His linen shirt underneath rich with his deep, musk and woodsy scent.
The rasp of his stubble on my cheek once he leans down to peck me on the head.
Holding me tighter but relaxing himself once he hears the one thing I know he wants to as much as I wanna say it.
“That’s my girl…” He whispers close to my ear, sealing both our fates once it gels he feels the same way I do.
He could and probably should set me down, help me arrange some accommodation, and yea. We probably should be contacting the authorities if there’s a maniac stalking me.
But calling him daddy, instantly being accepted as his little girl… I dunno. It does a whole bunch of things to my lizard brain. That primal unconscious we were discussing in class which I can see now was the Professors only way of really telling me, just in his own special way.
So now we both know.
Two fractured pieces that shouldn’t ever fit together only feeling more like perfection the longer he holds me.
But I know not to spoil it. If this is what I think it is, then we have to keep it special.
I’m almost dozing back into a faint in his arms before I feel him moving, lifting my bag over on of his broad shoulders as he carries me out with him.
I don't ask where he's taking me. Wherever it is, it’s somewhere I'd rather be if I don’t think about the student teacher angle. If I only listen to my feelings, to my body against his. Then it all makes sense.
And what a perfect gentleman. Kissing me lightly on the forehead.
Most guys my age would ram their tongue down a vulnerable girl’s throat and do god knows what else. But Vincent only holds me firm. And I can already feel the stirrings of today about to get a lot stranger, but in the best possible way.
The thrill in my chest makes me wanna look up at him, ask him a million questions. But being in his arms is like floating on a warm cloud I could just curl up in forever.
I wish it was Vincent stalking me instead. Wish I didn't have to deal with the worry, the fear of knowing there’s some psycho following me and busting into my apartment.
What if I was home? What if they-?
But I can't think like that. Don't need to anymore. Not if Vincent's as serious as I think he is about him taking care of me in more than a professional capacity as my Professor. Although I still can’t think why he’s so against involving the cops.
But then again, it could just be a giant coincidence about my apartment.
“You often carry young girls off into the woods?” I ask him dreamily, forcing myself out of the hypnosis that is being in his arms. Noticing that with no car, he's carrying me somewhere on foot starting up the hill behind my building.
“I live over the hill-” He grunts, focusing his heavy steps to avoid rocks and bramble before he finds what looks like a well worn track.
