Besides, he knew that I was safe last night. He’s dropped me off right in front of the building. That message was just him reaching out and trying to make contact. Wasn’t it? Surely it was.
Zack
The buzzing sound of someone laying on my doorbell pulled me from a nightmare-plagued sleep. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was fucking 7 am, who the hell makes a social call this early? Probably some idiot still drunk finally getting home and trying to get into the building. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened.
But the person was insistent, so I rolled from the bed, in just a pair of boxer briefs with a savage case of morning wood pressing against the spandex material. Reaching the intercom, I pressed the button saying a gruff, “Hello.”
“Zack?”
I was silent a moment, the surprise of who was on the other end of the intercom leaving me speechless. “Sophia?”
“Yeah, it’s me, I came with breakfast.” There was a pause. “I felt bad for hitting you with my bag and wanted to make it up to you.”
Looking down at my rock-hard dick, I groaned. This wasn’t the best time, but she brought breakfast. It’s not like I could turn that down without being a prick. And I wanted to see her. There was no denying that as well.
“Come on up.” I pressed the buzzer to unlock the door. Releasing the button, I didn’t know what to do first. Clean up or get clothes on. Wait… Of course I needed some clothes on, I didn’t need her seeing me with a rock hard johnson when I opened the door. Running to my dresser, I grabbed a pair of grey jogging pants and a university t-shirt. I was just pulling the shirt over my head when the knock came at the door.
“One minute.” The place wasn’t nearly as clean as I’d like it to be, but that was out of my control for the moment. Running back through the apartment, I unlocked the door and pulled it open to reveal Sophia looking so fucking hot that my erect dick jerked in my pants in anticipation.
Dammit. For the love of God, down boy.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth as she looked up at me through her dark, thick lashes. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” Her gaze left mine to slowly move down my body, pausing at my crotch and then back up again, a faint glow coloring her cheeks. Well, it wasn’t my fault I had a hard-on, you woke me up. Not like I could hide it through gym pants, though the pants probably weren’t the best way to camouflage it.
“I’ve got breakfast.” She shrugged. “We never got to have breakfast… You know, before and I figured maybe I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me a thing, Sophia.”
“Then maybe I just want to.”
I couldn’t help but smile. At least she was being honest. “Come on in.” I moved out of the way and waved her in. “It smells incredible.”
“It’s from the diner down the street.”
“Then it’s excellent. I eat there a fair amount.” As she walked past my gaze dipped down and I chanced a peek at her beautifully round ass.
You’re her teacher. You’re her teacher. You’re fifteen years older than her.
I tried to convince myself this was an incredibly bad idea. The night we’d had together while unbelievable, had been a really bad idea. But I wasn’t buying it. Having her in my class was a battle I’d fought all semester. Having hundreds of eyes on us made it possible to keep professional with her, but there was no one here but me and her this morning.
This situation was dangerous, and I questioned my constitution if she decided she wanted to get closer.
She made her way into the kitchen as if she’d been here a million times before and began to unload the brown paper bag of food. “They included all the jams and utensils.”
I chuckled. “You don’t think I have utensils?”
“I just like being prepared.” She sat on one of the four chairs at the small square table, and I took a seat opposite her.
“You must have slept well, you look incredible for this time of morning.”
“Thank you.” She smiled up at me. God, she had such an amazing smile, when I’d crack a joke in class my gaze would immediately turn to her to see that radiant smile, “But it wasn’t as great as you’d think.”
“Why’s that? Stressed over mid-terms?”
“No. That’s not it.”
“The man who followed you? I reported the incident to security, they said that they’d be extra vigilant around the dorms. They’re going to put an extra man on guard late nights on the weekends.”
Grabbing a slice of bacon she took a bite from the crispy strip. “Honestly, it was because of you.”
Staring at her, I was left speechless. She was so direct. I was around girls her age every day teaching, but she wasn’t like them. She didn’t play the silly games girls her age tended to play. She had a maturity about her that far surpassed that of the girls in the class.
Yeah and she’s barely old enough to drink, a voice at the back of my head reminded me. While that was true, the fact was that she was twenty-one and certainly an adult.
But she was also my student and that fact certainly complicated things, to the point where this very moment was a threat to my future and livelihood. Teaching and research was the only thing I ever wanted to do and I worked my ass off and accumulated a hefty amount of loans to achieve it. And in the snap of the fingers, it could all be taken away from me if I wasn’t careful. Unlike many of the students at the school I taught, I hadn’t had a trust fund or parents to pave the way for me. It was all hard work, dedication and a fuckton of debt.
She needed to leave for both of our sakes.