It's nice to be hours away from the university. It's a little weird that my mom has seen Blake. But in a way it's also nice. It's nice that she has an idea of who he is. She doesn't know what he is, or at least I hope not. If it ever got leaked that I am in love with my professor, and that he loved me back. Well that's the day I hope never comes.
For our date, Blake takes me to a nice Italian restaurant but there's a twist. It has a dance floor. He once said he taught ballroom dancing. Nothing is sexier than watching men move women with Latin rhythms. They guide them and turn them in ways that resemble s*x.
"Blake, how did you even know this place was here?" My cheeks turn a bright red, a cherry pink forms. I can see it on my face in a mirror on the restaurant wall.
"Are you blushing? T
