All Chapters of In My Professor's Arms : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The city sparkled in the dying light, its skyline ablaze with gold. The restaurant before me shone softly, its lights spilling onto the sidewalk like liquid amber.The air was heavy with the intoxicating scent of roses in bloom and the far hum of traffic.I stood outside, racing heart in my chest, amidst the soft rush of anticipation. My dark blue dress hugged my waist, modest yet sophisticated.Low heels clicked beneath me. My hair, undone, but finely brushed fell over my shoulders, ticking my skin like a whisper.I'd stuffed my cardigan into my bag at the last minute—half nerves, half indecision.David Peterson's words of the night before echoed in my mind: "Dinner. Just me, Just you, Just us." So simple. So out of nowhere. A surprise that sparked something in me after too many long, lonely nights.His invitation chipped away at the solitude I'd worn like armor. The cold that Victor left behind. The silence of my boys. The dist

It started innocently, as things mostly did. A blue-sky Saturday, a soft wind blowing.David had called that morning, his voice relaxed and teasing."Come over, Em. Just for a bit. I have that Ethiopian roast you like and the afternoon free. Let's keep it simple. No hospital talk."I waited. The silence after his words was too burdensome, but my heart was tired of second-guessing.So, I said yes. I dressed down, a pale sweater and jeans, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, some gloss on my lips. No hope, just interest and the feeling of ease that'll definitely come.His place was tucked in a quiet neighborhood, far from the city's pulse. A brownstone with ivy crawling up the side and flower pots by the steps. When he opened the door, he was barefoot, in a white tee and joggers, smile wide and real."You’re here," he said, like it was a surprise. Maybe it actually was, for both of us.Within it smelled of coffee and cinnamon. Books were stacked haphazardly, a blanket thrown over the co

It had been two days since I last saw David. Just two days, but it felt way too long.I was sitting on my bed, my legs tucked under me, the soft hum of the air conditioner brushing gently against my skin.I stared at the phone screen, the last message from him still open. nothing else after that "Hope your day wasn’t too hard. I miss you." I read it again and again, and the more I did, the more this ache inside me grew. The more I want to be with him.I missed him. I missed him so much. I miss his voice. The way his eyes look at me. The way he touched me without even touching me. The warmth of his presence, I miss everything.It was close to 9 PM when I grabbed my jacket. I didn’t bother dressing up. Just a plain white tank top and soft grey shorts that hugged my hips. I slipped on my slides and grabbed my keys, texting him on the way out."I need to see you."He responded instantly."If you're coming, The door’s open for you everytime."I didn’t know how fast I drove until I pulled

The corridor stretched out before us, dark, the faint creak of boards underfoot combining with the distant rumble of rain outside. David's hand was hot against mine, his hold firm but gentle, leading me to his room.My heart thudded. My skin tingled, as if every nerve of my body were waiting in anticipation.I could still taste him on my lips, his warmth, and the memory of his kisses burned through me, starting a fire low in my belly. Part of me wanted to break away, to gasp and make sense of the storm raging in me, but the power of his touch was stronger, propelling me forward.We went into his room, the air cooler inside, with the slight scent of new linen and his cologne.A single lamp cast a warm glow over the room, eliminating the harshness of the room's corners, the unmade bed with navy blue sheets, the dresser made of wood covered with books, the open window letting in the damp night air.My eyes had darted to the bed, and a cramp of nerves tensed my stomach. This was actually

(Victor's POV)My kitchen was empty. Morning sunlight slipped through the blinds in narrow slats, barely warming the counter. There was the faint smell of burnt toast in the air.I stood at the sink, shirt not tucked in, tie loose, my hair damp from a quick shower. Coffee sat untouched in a cup.Ethan and Liam are im school now. They went with Megan and her daughter who's in their class too, and her car was their ride. The house was too quiet. The silence pressed against my chest like a physical force.My phone rang at shrill and odd. I glanced at the screen, private caller, no numbers, no name. I wouldn't have answered, but I answered anyway."Hello?"The voice on the other end was male, icy. Flat."Victor Graham. We have your sons. Ethan and Liam. Shut up and listen to me, or they're dead."I froze. The world tipped. My hand fell off the counter, knees buckling. My stomach dropped like stone."Proof," I just about managed.There was a pause. And then I heard it, Liam's voice, small