Professor's Favorite Student

12

Daniel Ambrose walked through the auditorium's door and Elizabeth felt like someone had slapped her in the face when he turned his gaze at her and she forgot how to breathe, again. With the guilt eating her inside, she still knew very well she'd do it again, and again, and again...

But his green eyes were unreadable like always and even though she knew very well something between them was never possible, it disappointed her. She wanted them to be full of her instead, full of feelings and admiration and amusement.

When the class was finally over she almost ran outside first, wanting nothing but to get out of there as quickly as possible because there was no way she could pretend like nothing had happened in front of him.

"What is it?" Alex, who had followed her outside of the auditorium, asked worried. His friend hadn't been herself all day and it made him wonder if it was because of what he said to her last night.

"Nothing, I just couldn't wait to get out of there," she said while walking towards the dining hall.

"You? Couldn't wait to get out of Mr. Ambrose's class? Why does this seem impossible to me?" Mia teased her but she was too tensed to laugh, her emotions a dangerous mix of anger, nervousness and need. Need for him, yes. And confusion at the same time.

They fortunately found an empty table in the corner where they could eat in peace as Mia and Alex kept talking about random things Elizabeth wasn't even listening to, her mind completely elsewhere.

"Liz are you okay?" Alex asked, bringing her into reality.

"You seemed tense since we started Mr. Ambrose's class," Mia pointed out and Liz almost chocked in her sandwich after hearing that. Were they noticing something?

"No, I'm fine," she rushed to say, "I was just thinking... about the thesis and all that," was the lie she could come up with.

"Yeah, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do with it. It seems like everyone else is already finished," Mia complained and like that they started another conversation, again without Liz who was still lost in her thoughts.

"Where is my notebook?" Liz asked out of nowhere and rushed to search in her backpack, only to not find it there. "I think I left it in the auditorium," she mumbled worriedly before getting up and almost running between tables to reach there as fast as she could. This was her biggest nightmare, to lose the notebook full of her writings she cared so much about. Or even worse, for someone not close to her to read them.

She opened the auditorium's door without knocking, only to find it almost empty. Almost, because there was someone, sat comfortably in his seat, reading exactly what it was supposed to be her lost notebook.

Okay, this was the worst case scenario coming true. This simply couldn't be possible!

"Mr. Ambrose," she said, drawing his attention from the notebook he was having such a good time reading. She saw an amused expression in his face, mixed with a small, hot smirk and some shining emerald eyes. She stubbornly walked towards him to get what was hers, but it didn't seem to scare him one bit. "Isn't this called invading-someone's-privacy, sir?"

"It is," he confirmed unbothered and she narrowed her eyes confused. "But it doesn't mean I could contain myself from reading my favorite student's writings," he continued to clear her confusion, only to irritate her more. "It's not my fault she forgot it because she was too impatient to go out of my class."

Elizabeth approached him, standing right in front of him while staring him right in his eyes, trying her best to seem not affected by everything that happened last night. "Then I dare to think you've read enough of your 'favorite student's writings' so you can give the notebook to her now."

He opened his eyes in a fake-surprised way. "But I'm nowhere near finished," he complained. "Don't you want to hear my opinions on them?"

"I don't," she said trying to reach his hand holding the notebook, while failing in the same time. 

He was finding her attempts to get the notebook from him entirely amusing while stopping her with one arm from reaching his other hand holding the notebook, his attention all at the lines written in such a beautiful handwriting.

"Don't read it!" She demanded but he chuckled, doing quite the opposite.

"I looked at your emerald green eyes and suddenly behind you was formed a lilac sky. The strange thing was that I wasn't even surprised, I knew that when I was with you every piece of my soul loved every piece of the world, and this is what I loved the most about you." He read out loud and she looked away, completely and utterly embarrassed, wondering why there wasn't still a hole under her feet to absorb her body so she could get rid of this embarrassment. "Now isn't this a piece of art?" He continued with an amused grin in his face, loving every bit of this. "Whose eyes are you talking about, love? I bet the man must be pretty lucky."

"I don't write about anyone in particular. And it's none of your business, anyway," were her last attempts to get back her broken pride and her notebook at the same time, not realizing that one of her hands was leaning in his chest for support while the other was trying to reach his hand holding the notebook.

A darker shade appeared in Daniel's emerald eyes — as Elizabeth had called them — and she saw it as she drowned in them and felt her body shiver out of nowhere, for God only knows what reason. Just to embarrass her even more, obviously.

Something in him snapped as he gripped her waist tightly, their bodies forming a puzzle, her vanilla-like smell clouding his judgment and making him wanting to take her right there and then in the white board.

His lips were now right above her ear and she could feel his heated breaths, creating an immediate rush between her legs as she melted against his strong hold, her body entirely in flames. "Kiss me," she found herself saying, surprising both herself and her professor that gave her a confused look. But there was no guilt this time, no confusion. Elizabeth just wanted this so much, there was no doubt about this. And for the first time, she allowed herself not to worry about what was going to happen afterwards. "Just kiss me."

Daniel didn't want to be told twice as he leaned his face forward and caught her beautiful tasteful lips he had been dreaming about since the first day he met her and they shared their first kiss, having no idea how things were going to turn out.

With that rough grip in her waist, Elizabeth thought his kiss would be the same but surprisingly it was nothing like that. It was inviting and gentle and passionate, like he had been dying to taste her but now he was taking his time to get the best of it. Then she felt his tongue demanding an entrance and her mouth, working on its own, gladly welcomed it as the kiss became even more breathless and intense. She moaned in his mouth and he stopped the kiss, leaning his forehead in hers smiling like a 10-year-old finally getting his favorite candy after pleading to his parents for days. And she loved that smile more that she could ever imagine before. "Don't do that," he whispered and she knew he was referring to her moaning, but what could she do to stop herself anyway? "You're driving me crazy."

She shivered again in his strong arms, urging him to devote her lips again — this time much roughly — and thrust his tongue inside her as she found herself trying to follow his rhythm, everything around her shutting down.

Except that, she heard some footsteps right outside the auditorium, her senses in high alert now. 

"Mr. Ambrose," she broke the kiss, but Daniel couldn't agree to drop from heaven to earth in that speed. "Mr. Ambrose, stop!" She demanded and only when they heard a knock he moved her hands from her as she brushed her red lipstick from his lips with her fingertips in a perfect timing, right before the door opened in front of them. 

Even though there was a distance between them now, they were both still breathing hard, looking anywhere else but not at each other. Liz remembered to fix her smudged red lipstick in a split of second, before some hazel eyes fell in her.

"Mr. Ambrose," Alex said surprised to see them only together. The awkward silence that fell in the empty auditorium was almost too much to handle. "Liz, I came to check for you... you were getting late, I was worried."

Daniel's jaw clenched as tried to keep that neutral-emotionless expression of his, which came out to be harder than he first thought, jealousy rushing through his body in big waves.

"Mr. Ambrose was... critiquing my writings," she tried her best for her voice to sound normal. At least as normal as it could under those circumstances.

"More like appreciating them, actually," Daniel added with a serious tone of voice. "Your friend has such a unique way of... writing. She's talented, I must say."

"Thank you, sir," she rushed to say, not letting Alex commenting in anything, scared that he might've noticed something. "And I'm sorry for taking your time."

"Whenever you want, Miss Brown" he answered and she knew exactly what he meant.

"Why were you alone with him, Liz?" Alex asked as quick as they went outside and she frowned.

"What do you mean? I told you, we were talking about my writings."

"Come on Liz, he's a young, handsome man," he said and she sensed a bit of jealousy in his voice, which she let slip because there was no way she wanted to keep arguing with him while all she could think about was Mr. Ambrose's lips on hers.

"And he's my professor," she pointed out, upset. "This is stupid."

Alex sighed, not knowing how to say this. "Liz, I know, I'm sorry, it's just this way he sees you that irritates me. His attention is always at you even when there are more than dozens students inside."

"You're imagining things Alex. How does he see me?"

"Like you're the only thing that matters."