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But my sexy Teach? He brought on anxiety of a different sort.
He hadn’t texted or called over the weekend. Hadn’t even responded to my I miss having your hands on my body Saturday night or the invitation I’d sent for a FaceTime bust-a-nut-together date on Sunday.
He wouldn’t even look at me on Monday morning. During class, he lectured from behind his desk as though a bit of wood and nails could protect him from the want we shared.
Something had shut him down, and I hated how he held me at arm’s length. But like a nagging black fly, I wasn’t going to let him shoo me away.
Not being front and center in his thoughts did not sit well with me.
At fucking all.
“I’ll see you after break! Have a happy Thanksgiving!” He raised his voice to be heard over the others in the room gathering up their things at the end of class. We had off Wednesday, so this was it. The last filling of my eyes with his gorgeousness for a week.
I lagged behind as usual so I could hang with him for a few seconds in the hallway.
“You didn’t return my texts.” I sounded like a put-out brat as I sidled up to him, but what else was new? Maybe it would make him want to spank my ass. Then fuck it.
“And I asked you to not tempt me beyond what I could handle,” he replied, his tone firm.
Why the fuck did his words turn me on but at the same time his stubbornness pissed me off?
I brushed against his shoulder, desperate for contact of any sort.
“Sean,” he murmured my name, his dark eyes holding the exact warning as his voice. To back away.
“I’m really fucking needy, Teach,” I whispered.
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he looked away, ignoring me.
“Patience is not a virtue I’m well acquainted with.”
“So I’ve noticed,” he muttered, arms crossing over his chest. “But in this, you have no choice, Sean. I won’t bend.”
I considered teasing him about all the ways I would bend for him, but I could tell by Matteo’s stance that he wouldn’t smile or flirt back. And a crowded hallway definitely wasn’t the place for me to use my body to manipulate and wear him down.
Nothing sucked more than recognizing my hands were bound tight as fuck with no hope of getting what I wanted before the semester ended.
“Guess I’ll see you around, Teach,” I said, my heart heavy, my tone snippy.
He dipped his head, lips pressed tight.
It fucking sucked to walk away. We were talking achy bullshit in the chest, dragging feet and all as I traversed a path through other students.
I handed in the goddamned essay at my next class, knowing points would be taken off for it being late, but I didn’t care. At least I got the fucking thing written without plagiarizing like I’d been tempted to do.
Matteo hadn’t just created space between us physically by holding firm to his stance of waiting, but he’d wedged emotional distance as well. That hurt more than any blue balls ever could.
Sleep? Forget about it.
Burning stomach? Back in full fucking force.
Wednesday, I had the whole day off, and with the waiting on Micah’s contact at the news station to get back to him, I headed to the gym and killed my body again. Thanksgiving morning, I woke to sore muscles that screamed when I rolled out of bed.
A long, hot shower made moving around my condo a little easier, but I was bored and lonely.
Drake was spending the weekend at his Mom’s in Rhode Island, so I had no one to hang with but my family.
I drove over to Micah’s earlier than Jasmine had said in her group text inviting us all for the day. Her family would already be there helping prepare the meal for our combined families.
