71 - The Professor Who Loves Me

When I got to bed later that night, I immediately called Julian. Damn. My feet are killing me from running around all day in heels.

“How’s Kristoff doing?” I ask, my gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“He’s already dozed off.” I hear a door closing in the background.

“Did you guys talk?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you say?”

“Everything. I told him everything from the start. It’s alright now. You have nothing else to be worried about.”

I exhaled a sharp sigh of relief. “We should’ve done this sooner. I’m sorry because Kristoff is a good person.”

“He is. He didn’t tell you even though he already knew. “Hey, don’t worry about it, and get some rest,” he says softly.

I chew my bottom lip. “Thank you for today. I was late, but you waited for me.”

“No. Either way, I’d still tell you about it. I should be thanking you for accepting me.”

Silence. I love hearing his voice. I could fall asleep all night listening to him speak. He makes me feel as if I’m lying on clouds.

“I love you so much, Julian.”