"Oh crap!" I groaned.
I had hit on the professor of my elective class.
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.
He looked so damn much like my fiancé, who had been ghosting me abroad for years.
I spent the rest of the class in paranoid disbelief.
As soon as class ended and I entered his office, he didn't even bother with small talk. He leaned in, trapping me in front of him.
"Lyman Donovan?" I backed up, landing on the desk.
I wondered when he got back.
Should I explain what happened last night?
"Yes," he said.
His voice was low.
His eyes were locked on me, holding back the emotions swirling within.
He hooked his big hand around my waist and pulled me forward, lifting me off the desk.
He smiled.
He asked, "Lilia, what are you backing away for?"
Then, with his proper and dignified face, he cheekily pinched my butt.
I froze, almost losing my balance.
My face turned bright red.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
Were we so close to each other?
He asked, "What are you blushing for?
"Didn't you have a wild time last night?"
I pushed him away. "Don't get so close to me."
He didn't budge. "Weren't you going to take me on a deep dive into the mysteries of the human body?"
Lyman leaned close to my ear.
His breath was warm.