Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“You honestly can’t see that he is totally hard up for her?”
“What?” I looked back at the professor and the girl, glancing between them. She seemed oblivious to the fact he kept staring at her, but now that I was really paying attention, I could see that his focus was trained solely on her, his expression almost intense.
“Every day I watch him stare at her, almost glower when another guy talks to her. Kind of exciting knowing a professor wants a student, isn’t it?” We looked at each other and she wagged her brows. She leaned in close. “It’s like this forbidden love story.”
The feel of her warm, sweet breath moving along my cheek had goosebumps forming on my arms. I curled my hand around the desk. It was auditorium seating, but Mia and I liked to sit in the very back, so there was nobody behind us to see the reaction I had toward her.
It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. I wouldn’t have cared if they saw. In fact, I wanted them to know. I wanted them to see how she affected me, that I wanted her and I wouldn’t let anybody come between that.
I wouldn’t let anyone else have that.
I didn’t respond as I just stared at her, wanting nothing more than to grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger and keep her face parallel with mine. I wanted to press my mouth to hers until she was clutching at me for support as I devoured her lips and showed her with a kiss she was mine.
In that moment, the words were on the tip of my tongue, words that would tell her what she meant to me, how I loved her. “Mia,” I said softly.
“Mr. Donovan, maybe you’d like to teach the class since you have so much to say?”
Professor Goode’s voice traveled up the classroom and I slowly looked at him. We stared at each other for a moment and I finally straightened, my focus on him.
He started teaching then and I heard Mia chuckle softly beside me. I glanced at her and smiled.
“Look at you,” she whispered, “getting in trouble like you used to in high school.”
I was full-on grinning then. “The good old days,” I whispered back. She had her arm resting toward the edge of her desk, and I stared at her soft, golden skin, trailed my gaze down to her delicate wrist and long, almost fragile fingers. Her nails were painted light pink, almost a nude color. I thought about some dirty fucking things her hand could be doing in that moment.
When I glanced at her face, I expected her to be looking at me, having caught me staring at her. But she had her focus trained straight as she listened to the lecture.
God, I couldn’t believe I’d lasted this long without ever saying anything to her. But I was going to change that. I was going to change all of that.
3
Pope
The only reason I’d come to this fucking party was because of Mia, because I wanted to make sure no one messed with her. I wanted to make sure no drunken asshole stumbled around with a semi-hard boner trying to get in her pants.
I’d break kneecaps before I let that happen.
I stood in the corner of the frat house and brought a bottle of water to my mouth, taking a long drink. A beer sounded good, but I had to keep a level and clear head.
Mia was across the room with a couple of her girlfriends, red plastic cups in their hands, grins on their faces. Compared to them, Mia was low key, not done up and over the top with styled hair and a made-up face. She wasn’t wearing revealing clothes where her midriff was showing or her cleavage was on full display.
Although it would be fine if she wanted to dress like that and make herself up that way, the fact that she was more down to earth, wearing a cardigan set to a frat party, and adjusting her reading glasses up the bridge of her nose, made her the hottest fucking girl to me.
I hadn’t missed the handful of guys that kept checking her out, probably trying to grow a set of balls and go over there and talk to her. Hell, they could talk to the other three girls Mia was hanging out with. As long as they kept their distance from my girl there’d be no issues.
If they thought they had a chance with her...well, I wasn’t above making a scene to make my point known.
But I wasn’t going to be an asshole and be all up on her ass, a second skin that didn’t let her do shit. She could do what she wanted, whenever she wanted. I’d just watch over her from a distance, and if need be, I’d go in and beat someone’s ass to protect her.