One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 255

Audrey

“I’m home…”

I stumbled back in through the door, my footsteps still heavy and aching after a night of drinking and walking around town. The apartment was mostly dark, save for the lamp in the living room and the dim kitchen light.

It always felt good to be home, especially after a later night out. With a contented sigh, I hung my jacket on the hook by the door, then kicked off my shoes and turned around in search of Edwin.

But my mate wasn’t lounging in the armchair like I expected, reading a book and sipping whiskey. Nor was he in bed when I poked my head into the bedroom.

Frowning slightly, I crept further into the apartment and looked for him. Eventually, I saw a sliver of yellow light seeping out from under the sewing room door and quietly knocked on the wood. “Edwin?”

No answer.

I opened the door, and there he was–fast asleep at the worktable–turned–temporary–desk in the middle of the room, slumped over, head resting on his arms. He was so dead asleep that he was even snoring a little, his mouth slightly open.

I couldn’t help the tiny smile that crossed my lips as I stood there for a few moments with my hands on my hips, just watching him sleep. His dark hair was slightly mussed and falling into his shut eyes, his shoulders gently rising and falling with each deep breath.

He looked… peaceful like this. More peaceful than he’d had the chance to be as of late, what with everything else going on. hated the thought of waking him, but I also knew that if he spent too much longer sleeping on the desk like this, he would suffer for it in the morning.

Quietly so as not to wake him just yet, I stepped forward and peered at the papers scattered around him.

Since we had both been living in the small apartment lately, the sewing room had been turned into somewhat of an office when he wasn’t using his usual office on campus–hence the piles of documents and boxes of orphanage evidence all over the place.

Upon closer inspection, I saw that he was indeed working on the case with Sophia and my old orphanage. Old tax forms, receipts, and photographs were strewn across the worktable, and Edwin’s fingers were stained with ink from taking notes. He’d been elbow–deep in it, from the looks of things.

I bit my lip to keep my sigh in. I didn’t have to look at his notes for long to know that he hadn’t found much.

covered her tracks well. Very well. There were still no leads on where exactly

Joseph. The little boy who

reached my hand out to wake Edwin, but then thought better of it. I pulled back and instead turned on my heel, reaching for a nearby blanket. I’d let him sleep for

over his shoulders, Edwin’s arm shot out like an arrow and looped

his head and

stifled a tiny chuckle. “I could ask you the same

my

waist,

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He yawned and tugged me a little closer, his body impossibly warm against

ran my fingers through any mate’s dark hair. He leaned his forehead against me for a few

night?” he asked with another yawn, his voice thick

was finished, Edwin sat up a little straighter and blinked up at me. “That damn company–I’ll look into it again as

kiss to his lips. “It’s alright. These things happen,” I murmured against his mouth. “Besides, you have enough on your plate right now. We both

and pulled me into his lap with ease. He was so warm and inviting, and I was still buzzed from my night at the bar, so

out,” he murmured, peppering tender kisses against my neck and exposed collar bone. “More

I twisted my hips a little against him, already feeling a subtle swell in his pajama

over both of us. “As soon as we get the chance, I need a vacation with you. A

wait until Italy?”

his fingers trailed up the back of my shirt and pressed into the soft flesh across my lower spine, just above the waistband of my skirt. “Too far away. And too many people,” he breathed, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head. “I want

the spot where his marking bite still lingered–would always linger–on my pale skin. “You know, we’ve been so busy lately that a little staycation wouldn’t be unwelcome. Once we’re able, of

at the estate? We’ll order all the takeout food you

little harder between my legs. Slowly, sensually, I slipped up my