Chapter 14

Moments later, we were quietly sitting inside the empty room. I did worry about his next class arriving soon, but he assured me that I didn't have to worry. He had requested that he'd only teach one group this semester, and somehow convinced the council into agreeing with that. He did all this to spend more time with me, and somehow that made me relax. So now I was in his arms. Him leaning against the desk, seated on the floor with me between his legs and my head on top of his chest. Our naked bodies held together, covered in the aftermath of our steamy sex.

I take notice that he has calmed down by now, and he's being gentle with me again. Stroking my cheek with his thumb, while leaving traces of soft kisses all over my other cheek. As wrong as this whole situation is, I don't have a care in the world. I do want to make things clear with him and let him know that it was never my intention to ignore him in a bad way, I just wanted to rile him up.

So, I clear my throat, in hopes that it gets his attention, and then I start speaking. "…About the email. I'm sorry if I possibly did upset you…I was only ignoring your message because…maybe I had this stupid fantasy of you being jealous, and I thought that if I didn't reply, you'd get mad, and then you'd punish me. I like it when you punish me."

"Is that so?" He asks me.

I look up at him and I nod my head, blushing. "Y-yes…"

"What a naughty girl you are…" He shakes his head, tooting, even after I accused him of being jealous. All he does is kiss my cheek before he speaks into my ear. "I didn't know you like being punished. I mean, it obviously is a clear indication that you do, but I honestly didn't expect you to go to such an extent. Do you like it when I am like this?" He'd grab my neck, squeezing lightly.

My mouth dries and I swallow back when my mouth begins salivating. "I do."

"I sincerely appreciate your honesty, Bonnie. I am glad you are becoming more open with me."

I look at him and smile, softly kissing his lips. It's true what he says, I am becoming more open around him. I am starting to feel more like myself, and right now, I don't know what that is exactly. I have never been in this situation before and yet for some reason I am feeling like myself. It feels weird…

He'd take my hand and intertwine our fingers. It's pretty noticeable how much larger his hand is than mine. As masculine as his hands and fingers are, his palms feel really soft. Almost like baby skin, and I have to wonder how it's even possible for a man as strong as him to have such beautiful hands.

I then do remember in which direction I was heading with this conversation and look up at him again. "About Matias. Nothing is going on between us. We broke up last year, and not in a good way. He only gave me a ride because we had to clear things out and bury the hatchet. We're only friends…"

"You don't need to explain that to me." He draws his eyebrows together.

I bit my lower lip and faced down. Perhaps I did explain it to him as if he were my boyfriend and as if I were obligated to give him all the details, but I had to put his feelings I to consideration. He also still hasn't reacted to me accusing him of being jealous. He didn't even deny it. Does that mean it's true?

"I was jealous," He confirms it, as if he just read my mind. "And not because another guy gave you a ride, but because I wanted to be the one to take you home." And after making that clear, I didn't know what to say. Speechless and, honestly, stunned. I must've completely misread this whole situation and all this because he wanted to be the one to take me home.

"…I see. I'm sorry." I looked down again.

He'd hold my chin and make me look up. "It's okay, Princess." And so, the pet name changes again. Maybe pet name changes, this one sounds like it's permanent. "I understand why he had to give you a ride. And to clear things more out with you, I have no reason to feel insecure about that man. Because I don't feel threatened by him. You are mine and only me." Sounding so certain and sure of himself. It honestly sounded like Tobit was telling me that he was fully putting his trust into me.

I then let my head rest on top of his warm chest. The room again filled with silence. We sit there and cuddle in each other's arms, in our world.

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The campus hallways have gone a lot of quiet now. And with it being near late the afternoon, I realize that I have to leave soon and finish the work Tobit has given me for today.

He also sees that and helps me get cleaned up and dressed. I'm pretty sure his bin is filled up with come soaked wet wipes be now. He's been using them a lot lately, and I have first-hand experience in that.

After getting dressed, I go and fetch my bag before turning to look at him. He's busy buttoning his shirt. "I'll be leaving now," I say.

"Oh? Why not I give you a lift?" He insists. It seems he was serious about giving me a lift.

I look at the door and then at him. If I take a lift now and someone sees us together, that might blow away our cover. I'm going to have to refuse, but he actually wants to give me a ride home, and it's so tempting to not say yes. It would also be rude to say no, and it also didn't sound like he was asking me. I know better, by now, to not go against his word.

"Sure, I would love that." I then say to him.

He smiles and also grabs his stuff. His desk already cleaned up and all he grabs is his car keys and then my hand. I hesitate at first, but the warmth and feeling of those large hands around my starts making me feel a lot more differently. And that's how I clasp his hands into my own, and then I walk with him out the door.

By the time we get outside, the campus terrain is nearly empty, and he released my hand the moment we got out. Clearly respecting my wish, not to let anyone know about this, and I'm certain he still cared about his job.

He leads me to his car and holds the door open for me to get in. Seeing what car he drives does catch me off guard because I am pretty certain that the salary he gets at a university shouldn't be able to cover up this many costs. He must be from a rich family, and it makes me wonder by how much he outclasses me and not just the qualifications he had to have to be hired at our campus. Many people complain about how difficult it is to get a job here, and many scientists and engineers that carry proud PhDs and titles have graduated here. Whitemounre university, only wants the best.

Tobit climbs in and buckles up his seat belt, and then he starts driving. The far filled with silence. Not that we both don't have anything to say to each other, but the silence just feels so calming and relaxing. It's not even closely disturbing, at least not to me.

Moments later, we arrive at my house. He stops right in front of the door and then looks out the window. Pretty sure he's wondering how someone like me, can live in a large like that all on me own.

"Do you live here alone?" He does ask me. He also noticed how the house looked hollow. All the curtains and doors were closed, and even the garden at the front lacked some care.

"I do." I then tell him and then sigh, "I used to grow up here with my family, but we grew apart ever since my dad died."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's fine!" I nod reassuringly at him, knowing full well that I am not fine, but I have made peace with it and I intend to move on with my life.

Tobit doesn't appear to be very judgmental about it, as much as I wanted to avoid telling him about my family. I didn't want him to picture me as the student with issues and family drama. He has so many high expectations from me and probably thought I was from some high class educated family like everyone else at the campus. My dad was a doctor if not the owner of his hospital, but money doesn't really determine how much a family values each other.