Unfairly Appetizing
Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat; the drizzle rhymes, making them both gaze towards the now cloudy sky.
The bonfire gradually begins to extinguish. Nicolle felt a few drops of waterdrop wetting her hair and eyelashes primarily. Before they do their practice on her black hoodie, she winces, utterly frustrated.
She had to go back to the dorm before it closes—but by each passing second, the raindrops become more consistent, heavy. As if mocking her bravery and accusing her of stupidity.
Nicolle blinks in confusion, as she feels his hand close around her wrist. She gazes at him to find his shirt—
Wet, clinging to his body, his hair unkempt. His long eyelashes sparking with tiny water drops on them.
‘Sexy.’ She scolded herself for such a thought. She couldn’t possibly think her professor as a guy, alluring, charming. No, he was supposed to be a guardian. A guide. He wasn’t supposed to be this sexy. But he is unfairly sexy, hot even.
She shook off such sinful thoughts, and met his eyes. His brown eyes were like two bottomless pits...she could get lost, and never be found.
Her question wasn’t answered, he literally dragged her along with him, inside his residence. Not a word of exchange, not until they reached the second floor and to his room.
On her way, Nicolle noticed that her professor's residence, in fact, had nothing extravagant or lavish about it.
It was huge. But there wasn’t anything expensive among the furniture or the decorations. It was simple. Too modest.
She liked its simplicity.
The weirdest thing she noticed was...
There wasn’t another soul in his residence, except for the professor, and herself.
Gabriel Guevara
Change into these.
He hands her a floral shirt and a jeans, keeping his eyes on the floor, he clears his throat.
Nicole Wallace
Why do you have women's clothes at your disposal?
Nicolle blurts out, biting her tongue immediately—why the heck did she ask him about that! That's none of her business — but the question came almost automatically.
Gabriel Guevara
I just do... Just, change your clothes first.
Nicolle could not comprehend why the professor never looked up to meet her curious gaze. And she wanted to know who's clothes she was going to wear. A sudden wave of depression trespassed her entire being.
Nevertheless, she went into the bathroom and changed her clothes. The clothes fitted her perfectly.
As she entered the professor's room, her jaw dropped — The professor was completely naked if not for a small towel wrapped round his waist.
He had his back towards her, she sheepishly eyed his tightened muscles, his veiny arms, and his ultra white nape; while he seemed to be digging into his closet to find something decent to wear.
‘You are unfairly appetizing.’
Nicolle prayed that he never finds his clothes.
...For his back alone is a feast for her eyes.
Comments
Annalise
😲 don't worry girl you will be fine,🤭
2024-08-26
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Annalise
🤭
2024-08-26
2
Annalise
how romantic 🤭
2024-08-26
2