Chapter 7 - The Professor's Late Night Lessons (1)

I held the chart in my hand, scratching my head. Lifting my left eyebrow while staring blankly at it. My head tilted to the side, my lips curled up slightly.

“ Professor? I don't think I still get what you're saying.” I blurted, my cheek flushed red.

I lifted my gaze, only to find his blue eyes staring right at me. But, not at my eyes. His eyes seems to go below my nose.

“ Em… Professor?” I called in a hush tone.

He didn't lift his gaze, he just kept staring like he was in a daze. Not even moving his eyes at all. His blinked slowly, slower than normal. And that might just be me.

" Umm, the chart, professor."

He startled, "Sorry. Um, you were saying?" He said, walking away from me.

His hands flew up, as he turned his back at me. Placing his hands across the table. He turned again, rolling up his sleeve. His eyes was all red, more like tomato red.

"Th-the chart. I don't understand." I stuttered,

My stomach flustered, my mind raced with thoughts. So many thoughts, a jumble of thoughts. I swallowed the lumps in my throat as my hands ran cold.

'Why had he suddenly changed? What happened to him? He had been staring at my lips, does he like me?' I asked myself.

"I think we need a break." He said, hurriedly.

He darted towards the door, and qs soon as he was out of the room he slammed the door shut leaving me inside.

For some reason, I could feel my whole world crumble. Dropping the chart, I made my way into the rest room. Questions rolling in my mind.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. As my friend's words rolled in my head.

“ He will notice you.” She had said,

But he wasn't noticing me. Was the mascara too much? Or the make up? Or lips or something?

He had not been noticing me, not at all. It's been five years after my graduation and now I was his assistant. Despite my whole effort, Professor Jackson wasn't even looking at me.

“ Shit!”

“ When will you just notice me?” I mumbled.

Letting out a deep breath, I walked back into the office. My steps slow and steady.

He stared down at me. Placing his right hand across the table, opening his mouth. But, closed it the next second.

“ Alright, I have a confession to make.” He exhaled,

I didn't dare look at his eyes, but my instinct was staring at him. My mind was fixed on him. Was he going to tell me that he loved me? Or has a feeling for me? Or something like that?

I shook my headーWhat was I even thinking about? There was no way he would want to say that to me.

His breath was heavy, and he was staring past me. But, some how I felt he was looking at me.

“What do you mean Professor?” I asked,

“ Yes, I have a confession to make.” He said again,

I didn't speak, my chest just rises and fell. I could feel my heart thump loudly in my chest.

“ I-I think…” he paused. A sigh escaped his lips. His ample shifted. Licking his lips, Jackson seems to be stuck on words.

“ Ah…” his voice trailed off, “Let's just get back to work.” He said,

I nodded continuously. My heart achedーblinking my eyes. “Yeah, let's get back to work.” I said,

“ About what you asked for.”

Picking the chart up again, I walked up beside him. Standing really close so he would see the chart in my hands.

“ This chart seem to not be corresponding to what you said earlier. And I'm finding problems wrapping my fingers around it.” I explained,

He seems to lose focus, he tilte his head again. Staring at me. His eyes glued on my lips.

“ Professor?” I called,

“ Emm, you say what?” he asked.

I repeated what I had said earlier about the chart, but he repeated doing the same thing. Staring at my lips, while I speak. And when I finished speaking, he would ask what I had said earlier.

He learned closer, his hands brushed my lips. Trailing my hair strands off my face.

I startled, the chart in my hand dropped almost immediately. My whole body ran cold. I reversed to slowly.

With every step I took, he took another step. His eyes not leaving mine, his steps slow.

My heart almost leapt out my chest as soon as my back hit the world allーa dead end. My breath hitched as he stepped closer, placing his hands across the wall.

He didn't blink, he just leaned his head forward. His sweet perfume filled my nose, almost intoxicating.

Shivers ran down my spine, my eyes slid close. There was no way I was losing this chance. I needed to grab it. It was my chance.

He pressed his hand pressed against my collarbone, his lips melted on mine. He sucked on my lips savouring every bit of me. His other hand, placed softly on my cheek.

His breath tickled my upper jaw. Sending shivers down my spine, I could feel the spark in my vein. I thrusted my tongue into his mouth.

Immediately,I felt something crack inside of meーsomething I'd been holding down there for years. From the time I've loved him.

My hands ran through his hair as I gripped him tightly. A loan moan, almost a muffle left my lips as I deepened the kiss. Closing my eyes like every moment belonged to me. It was something I had wait for, for yearsーour first kiss.

He tilted his head backwards, catching his breath. He had a smug expression on his face. " This is wrong." He breathed the words, slowly he reversed like he had done something gravely terrible.

My hands reached out for his palm. I held him tightly. "I love you. I've been waiting for this moment, Jack. I love you." I dropped the bombshell.