Semua Bab My One Night Stand Is My Professor? Hell No!: Bab 1 - Bab 6

I thought my one-night stand with a stranger ended when I slipped out of that hotel room before sunrise. Turns out I was wrong. “Good morning, I’m Professor Howard and I’ll be taking you Psychology from now on.” Those were the only words I heard, and I forgot how to breathe. *** Two weeks earlier… “Finally, my back aches,” Ela exclaimed, dropping her suitcase beside the hotel bed. “Texas heat is no joke. You sure Ethan doesn’t know you’re coming?” I smiled, even though nerves were already twisting in my stomach. “Positive. I wanted to surprise him for his birthday. He said we'd celebrate when we get back to campus but I can't wait that long.” “Okay lovergirl, you better get going before it's too late.” I freshened up quickly, then took a cab to his house. I kept imagining his face when he opened the door…how he’d pull me into his arms, how we’d laugh about me sending him a video of me crying whenever I missed him. But when the door swung open, it wasn’t

I groaned and threw a pillow at her. “You’re not helping.” Ela caught the pillow and laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of this room. You’ve been stressed since morning. Let's have fresh air around campus and grab ice cream.” I didn’t feel like going anywhere, but staying in the room replaying Professor Howard’s deep voice in my head felt worse. “Fine. But if we see anyone I don’t want to see, we’re turning back immediately.” We stepped out of the hostel fifteen minutes later. The evening sun was milder now, and a light breeze moved through the trees lining the pathway. For the first time since the morning’s shock, I felt my shoulders relax a little. We had barely walked ten minutes toward the central fountain when I froze. Ethan. He was leaning against a bench, laughing with a girl I recognized immediately …..Selena, one of the hottest and most popular girls on campus. She was in a tight crop top and denim shorts, her hand resting possessively on his chest. The same guy

I sat on my bed staring at the dark fabric draped over my chair, Professor Howard’s cologne clinging to every thread. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the cafeteria incident, and the campus gossip group was still exploding. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with new notifications.I had three missed calls from Ela (who was currently in a morning lecture) and one very passive-aggressive text from an unknown number that I suspected was Selena.But the worst part? I had to return the jacket today.Our next tutoring session was scheduled for 4 PM sharp, and I had no choice but to face him again.I spent way too long picking an outfit….something professional but not trying too hard. Black jeans and a simple cream blouse. I brushed my hair until it shone, then immediately felt stupid for caring so much. This man had seen me naked. He had heard the sounds I made when…“Stop it, Aurora,” I muttered to myself, pressing my hands to my burning cheeks.By 3:50 PM, I was standing outside