Novels by Edwin Soft

The second his lips touched mine, everything else disappeared.I'd imagined this so many times—in class, late at night, every time he adjusted that damn tie. But nothing came close to the real thing.He kissed like a man starving. Like he'd been holding back for so long he'd forgotten how to be gentle. His hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and I went willingly. I'd been waiting for this since day one.His mouth was hot, demanding. When I bit his lower lip, he made this sound—low and broken—that went straight through me. I wanted to hear it again.My hands slid under his shirt. He was warm, solid. Real. This was actually happening."Fuck," I breathed against his mouth. "You have no idea how long—"He kissed me harder, cutting me off. His tongue swept against mine and I groaned, pressing him against the elevator wall. My hand traced his hip, feeling him tremble.I kissed down his neck, tasting salt and soap and him. His pulse hammered under my lips. When I sucked hard enough

The call came at 2:47 a.m.I woke up fast, heart hammering, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. Julie’s name lit up the screen. For half a second I thought she was calling me herself,then a stranger’s voice came through, calm but urgent.“Mr. Alexis? Mercy General. Your wife’s been in an accident. You need to come.”I was already on my feet, pulling on yesterday’s shirt, trying to find my shoes.“Is she,?”“She’s stable,” the woman said. “Concussion. The doctor will explain more when you arrive.”The line went dead.Outside, the city was halfasleep,empty streets, blinking red lights, the hum of a few distant engines. I barely stopped at the intersections. My hands were clenched around the steering wheel so tight they hurt.But the guilt in my chest wasn’t the kind that makes you pray. It wasn’t thank God she’s alive. It wasn’t what would I do without her?It was smaller. Uglier.Resentment,because she’d pulled me out of sleep. Out of a dream I shouldn’t have been having.Gray eye

I ignored the message and went to bed. Yet as I lay down my heart could not stop pounding.It was only after a few hours that I was able to fall asleep and even when I did, I dreamt of Dorian. He was shirtless in the dream, his toned body glistening as he stood there and looked at me intensely. He drew closer to me, his huge arms reaching for my waist and grabbing me and pulling me to him. My body pressed against his chest, his cologne filling my nose and making me dizzy. I stared into his eyes and he did mine. Hus lips were so close and he looked so dangerously handsome at the moment.“What do you want from me?” I whisper.“Anything you want,” he purred and brought his lips to mine. Just as we were about to kiss the loud ringing of my alarm clock dragged me out of my slumber and I woke up with a start.Embarrassing. At my age I’m having that kind of dream.I sighed. Today was a Thursday and I had a lot to do.Teach the class. Stick to the material. Don't engage with Dorian beyond wha

As I sat in my car that evening I did not move.My car was hot, stuffy. I rolled down the window but it didn't help. My shirt was sticking to my back and my tie felt like it was choking me but I couldn't make myself drive home yet. I kept replaying the events of the day with Dorian and the words he had spoken to me.Say hi to your wife for me.I scoffed. Can you believe that?That fucking kid. Who says something like that to their professor? He wasn’t even scared of the consequences he could face.Why was this bothering me so much, you’ll ask?Well it’s because he has seen right through me. Seen and noticed what no one else sees. Seen the thing I'd been trying to pretend wasn't there for the past two weeks. Maybe longer. Maybe since the first day of class when he'd walked in late and sat in the back row like he owned the place.I sighed and finally started the car engine. I grilled the wheel and started driving home.The drive home was a blur. I took the long way, even though it adde

“So, Professor Wolfe, are you saying that desire is only powerful when it is denied?”I kept my head down, doing my best to concentrate on the words in the open book before me. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d forget about the question.I had no such luck.“Professor Wolfe? I asked a question.”I knew the voice before I even looked up. It belonged to Dorian Vega.He sat at the back row like it was his throne with one arm stretched out on the chair beside him while his long legs were spread shamelessly wide. His messy dark hair curled at his collar, as if he’d just rolled off from bed, and decided as an afterthought to attend my class.I often wondered how he was able to make good grades while maintaining his bad boy persona. I looked up the corners of my lips turning down into a frown as I spied a girl sitting at his right ogling him.“Mis Vnaderkamp? Can you focus? Can you answer Dorian’s question for the class?”The red haired girl snorted. “No, I have no idea what the answer is.”I sig