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And this made me see a core reality—that most of the time, the decisions I hadn’t been happy about were all instances of what Professor Moore had just said.
I’d already known I was headed for disaster city. But sometimes, we don’t stop until we hit the kerb and realize our gut feelings have been right all along.
In essence, the universe was like my lactose-intolerant, milk-loving gut. Nice.
After class ended, I remained in the room, going through the different telescopes, trying to figure out how they worked. When I was prodding the third or fourth one, Professor Moore gently came up and helped me position it just right.
He stood behind me, his hands holding my elbows, our bodies just seconds away from touching. Coffee and dark chocolate. That was his scent profile. And a hint of something citrus-y.
Heat erupted in my skin. I was painfully aware that we were alone in the room now.
“Once you learn to use the telescope, it shows you pretty much anything.”
“Anything, huh?” I gave a slight smile, instinctively leaning back a little more. What was I doing? What the hell was my gut telling me?
Let everything happen.
His breath felt hot on my neck. So close. I could hear his lips move as they whispered my name. In that instant, I turned my head to the side, and our mouths collided.
I moaned into the kiss as he took control, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I felt like I was drowning in sensation, lost in the heat of the moment.
No one had made me this weak in the knees. It had been different with Noah, like I was coming into myself. This was a whole other world, like I was losing everything I had, and willingly.
Our bodies pressed together as our kiss intensified, the passion between us growing with each passing second. I could feel his hand sliding down my back, pulling me even closer to him. It was like we were the only two people in the world, lost in the heat of our desire.
Finally, our lips parted, and we stood there gasping for air, our bodies still pressed tightly together.
I didn’t know the words I could use to describe how I felt in that moment.
There was a touch of guilt, yes. But I didn’t feel guilty because I’d done something wrong. No, this was me feeling guiltybecause I didn’t feel guilty.
“You should be kissed more often, Rory Sullivan.” He spoke, his baritone rich and honey-like. “And I can kiss you just like you should be.”
I giggled. “Did you just pull a Rhett Butler on me?”
“Vintage romances have this hold on me.” He smiled. “And you remind me so much of the girls in leading roles in them. Young, feisty, the world at your feet.”
We remained standing there, lost in the hold of each other’s gaze until the room started to fill with his next class. That’s when I hastily excused myself and left, my legs still shaking.
How many men had me swooning right now? What kind of a movie had my life become?
Noah, and his easy, comforting love.
Professor Taylor, because let’s face it, he was the most gorgeous and self-assured teacher I’d ever had.
And Benjamin Moore. He made stars rise in my stomach, of all places. How could I fight that?
Hell, I didn’t even want to fight it. I wanted to embrace whatever was happening to me, heart, soul, mind, and all.
So, I did what I always do.
“Chelsea,” I said frantically the second my best friend answered my distress call. “I need your help.”
I told her everything that had gone down from last night and ended it with a classic, “Tell me I’m not going insane.”
She seemed more excited than I was at the prospect of so many ideal matches, but she did tell me to be careful.
“Rory, this is finally things coming together for you. And I’m very happy. I think you should totally go out there and explore. But be careful.”
