Stay. With. Me. Tonight.
As if on cue, Gabriel turned around—his baffled eyes falling on a prying Nicolle.
Placing his hands on his hips, he eyed her judgementally, a narcissistic smirk creeping up his kissable lips.
Nicole Wallace
I—I, I did not intend to pry!
Nicolle's cheeks turned crimson, a blush travelled upwards to her ears. She flippantly turned around.
Her heart beats like a drum, and Nicolle felt so nervous and embarrassed as if Michael Jackson was dancing on the beat, ‘Just beat it, just beat it.’
Nicolle grimaced internally, cursed herself even, brutally. She could not comprehend what was going on inside her head. Why she felt uncontrollably attracted to her professor, tonight. She wants to kiss those lips, so soft—
Nicole Wallace
‘Nicolle, dammit! For Heaven's sake! Stop drooling over your professor!’
She cursed again, nervously licking her lips, and tapping her feet as Gabriel changed.
Gabriel Guevara
I'm done, you can turn around, Nicolle.
His voice pierced her ears, soft yet rough. Nicolle loved his voice, she loved everything coming out of that mouth.
She especially loved it when he said her name. But she was wrong to love it.
He had the British accent, even through he was born and brought up in New York.
She motions to turn around, ever so slowly...so hesitantly, that Gabriel becomes impatient and grabs her arm, flippantly turning her to himself.
He releases her arm as they finally face each other.
Nicolle looks up at him, his ardent eyes meet her; as she fearlessly locks her eyes on his—their faces barely two inches apart. Nicolle notes that Gabriel looks excessively handsome in his baggy shirt.
She's loving that excessively narcissistic sneer.
Gabriel Guevara
Anyway so, what did you see? Did you like what you saw?
Nicole Wallace
You are narcissistic, professor.
Nicolle falsely inflates.
Gabriel Guevara
Hmm...I indeed am narcissistic. Albeit I believe you cannot deny you loved the show.
Nicole Wallace
I—I, I don't know what you mean!
Gabriel Guevara
You're cute when you stutter.
He bites his lips again, for the second time tonight. Nicolle so wants to kiss those lips—to tear away his lower lip from the oppression of his tyrannic teeth, and under the care of her sweet lips.
Oh, what naughty thoughts!
Nicolle subconsciously licks her lips, by the mere thought of it.
Nicole Wallace
I have to go back to the dormitory, before eleven.
Nicolle reluctantly enunciates.
Gabriel Guevara
You can't...downpour.
Gabriel Guevara
You can't go out during a downpour, Nicolle!
Nicole Wallace
If the dorm closes, I'll have nowhere to go. I don't even have a penny on me, professor. I left everything at the dorm! And I have no one in New York City. My friends stay at the dorm.
Gabriel rubs the bridge of his nose—as if lost in a deep thought, and then declares:
Gabriel Guevara
Stay here tonight.
Gabriel Guevara
Stay. With. Me. Tonight.
Nicolle couldn’t believe her ears—the situation felt so unreal, yet dangerously exciting.
Comments
Annalise
yes stay stay/Smile//Hey/
2024-08-26
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Annalise
don't stop 🤭
2024-08-26
1
Annalise
/Heart//Doge/
2024-08-26
1