Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance Flora Ferrari (classic novels to read txt) š
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āIāve dropped off papers at Professor Bernsteinās,ā I confess, āplenty of times, and yet weāve never met,ā I tell him, blushing as I remember that we have met once before.
He doesnāt mention it, but maybe he does remember.
Maybe itās filed away for future reference, I hope.
I feel like reaching out to him again like it would be the most natural thing in the world if he hooked his arm in mine or if we even held hands.
Walking down some brick stairs, our hands accidentally brush and I feel a jolt, making me gasp.
We keep walking, but thereās no denying it. A teensy touch from his fingers makes me a throbbing wet mess.
Iād die happy if I could know what it felt like to have those huge thick fingers working the same magic someplace else.
To calm my nerves, I try and pick his brain about what could be the problem with his computer.
āMr. Heart? What were you trying to do when things stopped working?ā I ask. āWith the computer, I mean,ā I add nervously.
He makes a face. āKatelyn, can you call me Wesley? I meanā¦ Iām not your teacher, you donāt have to call me āMisterā anything,ā he says firmly, almost annoyed.
āJust call me Wes,ā he says again, giving me a crooked smile.
Iāve had a few tutors and teachers who prefer to be called by their first name, so no big deal.
But itās the way Wes says it that registers with me.
It makes me feel good though, that heād even feel so strongly to have me call him that.
āAlright, Wes,ā I start again. āCan you remember what happened, what you were trying to do when...?ā
āI dunno, Iām sure youāll figure it out when we get there,ā he says suddenly. Almost sounding annoyed again.
Like his computer problem is suddenly something between us heād rather not have.
āTell me about yourself though,ā he adds. āI donāt know anything about computers but I know less about you. Give me the whole Katelyn Webster story,ā he asks enthusiastically, making me blush again.
āThereās really nothing to tell,ā I gush, feeling like a celebrity.
Nobodyās noticed my existence for four years and then hereās the hottest man alive, let alone on campus wanting to know all about me.
Little old me.
Boring, plain Jane, Katelyn Webster.
CHAPTER FOUR
Wesley
Sheās shy. I can see that.
But I can also see past that.
She wants me to tell her whatās wrong with my computer. If I knew what was wrong with it I wouldnāt have a computer problem.
But I donāt care about it now, suddenly I donāt care about budget proposals, the college. Anything.
I suddenly donāt even care about my own career anymore.
I only care about her.
About us.
Seeing her, meeting her for real. Itās like Iāve spent the past twenty years waiting for this moment.
Iāve spent two decades doing nothing but waiting for her to come into my life.
I have a million questions and theyāre all about her. I want her to tell me everything, but here we are, stuck talking about some stupid computer in an even stupider college.
Iāve deliberately slowed my gait, wanting this experience to last as long as it can.
I could walk, talk and listen to her for hours, days even.
She seems to be just as interested but isnāt used to talking about herself like that.
I donāt mind, donāt blame her. Iām not one to talk about myself either.
Reminding myself not to be too over the top, too eager, I give her all the space she needs to feel comfortable with our conversation.
I make sure not to get too close physically either, which is difficult for me.
Every instinct in me wants to hold her, touch her, protect her.
Iāve never looked twice at a student, but sheās not a student anymore, not to me.
Sheās way more than that.
How can I tell her that though? How could I possibly suggest how attracted I am to her after only meeting her just now. Those sorts of things only happen in love stories, never in real life.
And any other employee at the school would tell me that it never, ever happens with students either.
Being a computer science major, I bet sheās got her feet firmly planted on the ground too. No time for anything remotely romantic.
āWes?ā she asks, making me realize Iāve totally zoned out thinking about ten steps ahead of myself.
Thinking about her.
āHuh?ā I ask, pretending to think about anything but her and those thighs of hers wrapped around my face.
āDid you check with the campus admin? They might be updating something with the extended weekend. That might be causing an issue with the teacher portal,ā she observes.
āI havenāt heard anything,ā I murmur, but then again I havenāt really tried contacting them either.
āI assumed everyone was away for the weekend,ā I add, trying to sound cheerful but wondering just how much small talk I can make before it becomes obvious the effect she has on me.
I can already feel my aching dick springing back to life once I hang back a step, watching her go up a flight of stairs ahead of me.
That perfect, apple bottom ass and natural childbearing hips have my hands opening and closing as I stifle a low moan from behind her.
Iām starting to notice sheās the one doing all the talking. Speaking faster and more frequently as we get closer to my place.
She knows the way, and I can only grunt answers by the time we reach my door. My dick is drenched in precome and Iāve taken off my track jacket to cover myself.
Iāve never been so hard in my life and if I donāt get this seed of mine inside her soon, I donāt know what Iāll do.
Sheās been chirping about her research, a computer science grant thatās tied in with her college scholarship.
I can tell sheās noticed me eyeing her the whole way, but by now I really donāt care anymore.
She deserves to see what sheās doing to me.
I let us in and she politely declines water or coffee, heading straight for
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