One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 97 Audrey

As I drifted in the darkness, faint whispers tickled the edges of my consciousness.

"Silver Star... Our Silver Star..."

The voices were barely audible, like a whisper on the wind, but they tugged at something deep inside of me-a part of myself that had been lost to time.

A memory, perhaps? If only I could grasp it, understand its meaning.

The voices grew louder, more insistent. "Come back to us, Silver Star. Remember who you are..."

I struggled to call to them, to understand, but they remained just out of reach.

"Wake up, Silver Star.. Wake up.."

"Wake up. Audrey, wake up. The cool touch of fingers on my forehead gently pulled me back to reality, the mysterious voices fading away and quickly being replaced by a sharp pain in my head.

I blinked, my vision slowly coming back into focus. Edwin's concerned face hovered above me, his brow furrowed with worry, I was still on the floor of his sewing room, my head throbbing where I had hit it on the shelf.

Ugh. What happened?" I mumbled, trying to sit up. The room spun around me, and I felt too nauseous to move.

Edwin gently pushed me back down, his hand warm and steady on my shoulder. "You hit your head pretty hard. You were only out for a minute, but I was about to take you to the hospital if you didn't wake up soon."

I groaned, the pain in my head intensifying, but I felt clearheaded enough to know that it wasn't serious. "No hospitals," I muttered. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine," Edwin insisted with a soft huff. His voice was stern, but I could hear the underlying concern in his tone. "Here. Let me help you up. Get you off this hard floor."

Before I could protest, Edwin was suddenly scooping me up in his arms. I let out a small gasp, surprised by how easily he lifted me. His body was warm against mine, and I could feel the strength in his muscles as he carried me.

"I can walk, you know," I muttered, even as I found myself nestling closer to his chest.

Edwin chuckled softly. "I'm sure you can. Just humor me, Audrey,"

on the soft sofa.

here," he instructed, gently easing me onto the soft

through squinted. eyes as Edwin left. A soft breeze blew in through the still-open balcony

brain in an attempt to recall that strange dream I had had when I'd passed out. But unfortunately, it felt

was, I figured that it couldn't have been that important; likely my

pack, which he pressed gently against

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you feel a Hule betler," "Thanks," I murmured, reaching for the cup. The warm liquid and sweet pastry did help, giving me a small boost of energy.

I could remember-those moments leading up to hitting my head. The air had been cr*ing wi**th energy, our bodies thrumming with desire. It was dark and dangerous, and so, so

Edwin asked, noticing

head. I had to look away to hide my

ointment, I gingerly touched the bump on my head and winced at the pain. "St**id human." I muttered under my breath. "Can't even walk straight without hurting yourself." Edwin paused in the doorway, his head tilted slightly. "What did you

cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Nothing. Just... frustrated with

with a tube of ointment in his hand. His eyes were fixed on me, searching my face as he began to gently rub the ointment into my bump. "Why are

don't have your healing abilities or

yet it burned me in more ways than one,

rolling up

"Burns from cooking. Cuts from working. He

asked, my eyes widening. My heart rate picked up as more of his skin was revealed, and

his shirt open, revealing a jagged scar across his chest. See this scar?" he asked. I nodded. "It was

my fingertips, a

muscles.

remember seeing this," I murmured, thinking back to our night together. My face heated up

a knowing look in his eyes. "You were pretty drunk that night. Must not have

was more comforting than anything. 1 found myself leaning into him, inhaling his scent. His cologne, once

growled softly

hair, gently touching the area behind my ear where