"So you have nothing to say to that?" I asked.
"It's not what you think." He put his hand through his hair.
Stop doing sexy things! "And what is it that you think I'm thinking?"
He raised his left eyebrow. Damn it! Don't look at me like that! All the muscles below my waist seemed to clench. This car was stifling. The smell of him was everywhere, wearing me down.
"You're probably thinking that I'm a lying cheater that you want nothing to do with."
I swallowed hard. "Am I wrong?"
"Yes."
"Enlighten me." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation, with my professor no less. This situation was unbearable. I could feel myself starting to sweat.
"First of all, I never lied to you. I withheld information that I deemed unimportant to our relationship..."
"Unimportant? You're such a
