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Was he complimenting me? What the hell is it with these two men? Why did I... why did they... WHAT IS THIS?
I felt seen, and safe, and excited, and...
UGH!
Still a ripe shade of red, I nodded. “I’ll do his class tomorrow.”
“That’s a good girl.” He winked. “See you in psychology later on.”
I could have swooned then and there, but the room was starting to fill up. Class with Taylor began, and it was as interesting as always. I was lost in another world, a world where female writers had just started taking ownership of their work.
My mind was still there when I left class, on my way to psychology. Perhaps that was why I bumped headfirst into a tall, muscled man with a face that could have been handsome were it not so... I couldn’t put a finger on the word. Cold? Calculated? Evil?
Embarrassed at pulling a classic Rory, I leaned down and began arranging my papers. A wave of apologies came out of my mouth.
“With a view like that, you don’t need to apologize for anything, sweetheart.”
What the fuck did I just hear? Is this person looking at my ass?
What the fuck?
I looked up, furious, ready to give him a piece of my mind. That’s when I really remembered who he was.
The head of administrative affairs. Emory Abbot.
My heart hammering in my mouth, I left half my papers on the floor and ran toward psychology. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
It made things infinitely dangerous because he looked like the kind of person who could make or break my future.
When I got to Psychology 101, Noah Evans was cleaning his blackboard in preparation for our class. I was early. Very early. He looked at me. Before I could think of something to say, he immediately walked over, concern on his face.
“Aurora?” he asked, frowning. “What is it? Why do you look so scared?”
“I—Emory Abbot... he...” I mumbled and muttered, unable to come up with the right words or even justify my fears. Maybe I had misunderstood the whole situation?
But he moved closer. “Did he do anything?” There was an urgency in his words, something I hadn’t expected. What was going on here?
I shook my head. “No, I just felt something.”
He was so close. I could smell pine in his aftershave. Something citrus-y, too.
“Aurora,” he murmured. “You are safe in this space. If you need to talk about something, you can. You will receive no judgment here.”
It just happened.
Maybe it was because of what he said or how he said it.
I didn’t know how, or why, or in which second, but suddenly, I’d closed the miniscule gap between us. I was kissing him, and he was kissing me back.
Slow, hot, burning.
Our lips locked in a feverish embrace, his tongue in my mouth, mine against his.
It was like a puzzle piece fitting, lights exploding, cherry blossoms in spring.
When we broke apart, I was gasping. So was he.
“Aurora,” he whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
