Professor Hunter walked over and sat down on the stool beside mine.
"Look, thank you for taking care of me last night. You didn't need to do that..."
"I did need to." He put his hand on my thigh. I swiveled my chair to remove it. I didn't need his tantalizing touch clouding my judgment. I was still so mad at him. Taking care of me for one night didn't erase how he had made me feel for weeks.
"You didn't. But I do appreciate it. I'm fine now, though. And I need to go. Please give me my phone."
"I can't let you leave. You have a concussion."
"I can take care of myself."
"You certainly didn't take care of yourself last night."
"I was fine before you showed up," I snapped. I was starting to lose my temper.
"You haven't been taking care of yourself these past few weeks either."
I stood
