One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 134 Audrey

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I lay with my head on Edwin's shoulder afterwards, tracing lazy patterns across his bare skin and watching as his chest rose and fell. Soft strains of classical music played on the speaker, and the candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls of our secret hideaway. The air still smelled like sweat and intimacy, heady and intoxicating. Edwin reached for a bunch of grapes on the nearby tray, plucking one and bringing it to my lips. "Open," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I obliged, letting him feed me the sweet fruit. His fingers, still tasting faintly like me, brushed my lips as I took the grape. The burst of flavor on my tongue was a stark contrast to the lingering taste of his skin. As I chewed, Edwin poured us each another glass of wine. I took my offered glass, clinking it softly with his, and took a sip. After our encounter, that bit of liquid felt necessary to cool myself and relax my tired muscles.

"This is nice," I said softly, snuggling closer to him as if he might disappear if I didn't.

Edwin hummed in agreement and turned to me. One hand came up to cup the nape of my neck, and he lazily ran his fingers through my disheveled hair. "It is. I wish we could stay like this forever." Forever. That sounded nice. I could have stayed here for eternity, just in this room. No obstacles, no heartache, no..... Fiona.

The contentment I felt in that moment was suddenly pierced by the memory of her-of the way she had acted earlier today. Her sweet smile, her gentle voice, the way her platinum hair caught the light. So unlike the version of her I had met twice before..

I bit my lip, debating whether to bring it up now or to wait. We only had our little rendezvous once a week, and I hated the thought of shattering the little bit of peace we felt during this time. But if I couldn't tell him now, then when could I?

"Edwin," I started hesitantly, my fingers tightening around the stem of my wine glass, "there's something I need to tell your"

He tensed slightly, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath to steel myself. "I saw Fiona in town today.

Edwin's entire body immediately went rigid, except for his fingers, which slackened around his glass. For a moment, it almost seemed like he would drop it and spill the red liquid over our makeshift bed, but then he seemed to collect himself again and set it aside.

it was her?" His voice was

soft flesh of

Terrifying and s**- "I wasn't aware she was in town either," he said darkly. "I certainly didn't invite her, which means she must be up to something." He paused, then asked, his voice

Chapter 134

business flyers and even apologized for her past behavior. Said that she'd

and glancing at the door as if she would suddenly burst in right now. I let him gather me into his lap, savoring the feeling of his muscular arms tightening around me. He was so warm against me that I

trust her, Audrey. If you see her again, you need to

intensity in his voice startled me. I pulled back just enough to look at him, taken

"I promise,"

rigid, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I realized, in those moments, that a part of him feared her. Not for

ask just how far she

his tension, I leaned closer and kissed him softly. Almost instantly, I felt him relax beneath me. His arms tightened around me as he deepened the kiss, rolling us over so I was beneath

on the blanket for some time, our glasses of wine left mostly-untouched on the floor. His powerful frame caged me, protected me from the outside world. When

finished for a second time, we lay

clock on the wall. Nearly three AM; the realization that our time was running out and that we wouldn't see each other like this for

said reluctantly. "We should probably

lips lingered there, as if he too

a smile tugging at my lips despite the sadness creeping

kisses between buttoning shirts and zipping dresses. Two weeks of this, and I was already yearning for more. I already craved the days when we could sleep in each other's arms in a real bed, not

prepared to leave-we always left ten minutes apart, with me going first-Edwin caught my arm. His touch sent a jolt through me, and I turned, the tiniest shred of me hoping that he would ask me to come home with

But he didn't