All Chapters of My Off-limits Professor... But He's Mine (MM Romance): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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CHAPTER 60 ~ I WANT TO HEAR YOU

RYDER'S POV The grey light of dawn barely filters through the blinds when Ryder’s eyes snap open. He doesn’t need an alarm; the adrenaline pumping through his veins is more potent than any caffeine. He stares at the ceiling for a heartbeat, a grin stretching across his face before he even fully processes the thought. He’s going to see Adrian today. Actually see him, on a real date. The realization hits him in the chest, a giddy, warm weight that makes him want to kick his legs like a teenager. He throws off the covers, moving with a stealth that contradicts his usual clumsy energy. The house is silent, a tomb of early morning stillness. Drake and his parents are still asleep. Ryder grabs his duffel bag from the corner, shoving his gear inside with practiced efficiency—skates, pads, jersey. He needs to get to College, needs to burn off this excess energy on the ice before tonight, or he’s going to vibrate right out of his skin. Slipping out the front door, the cool morning air

CHAPTER 61 ~ SWEET MOMENT

ADRIAN'S POV The stack of blue exam booklets on Adrian’s desk forms a precarious tower, threatening to topple under the weight of three hundred students’ semester-long anxiety. The red pen in his hand scratches aggressively against the paper, leaving jagged corrections in the margins. It is late afternoon, the sun dipping low enough to cast long, dusty shadows across the office floor, but Adrian is buried in the fluorescent hum of his workspace. He adjusts his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose where the pressure points throb in time with the ticking clock. The end of the exam period transforms the office into a solitary cell; the silence is absolute, broken only by the rustle of paper and the occasional sigh of frustration. He is so deep in the mechanics of grading—calculating curves, justifying points—that he fails to hear the soft creak of the door hinge. Arms wrap around his waist from behind, solid and sudden. Adrian’s entire body jerks, his heart hammering against h

CHAPTER 62 ~ SWEET MOMENT 2

ADRIAN'S POV Adrian blinks, the surprise knocking him sideways. He hadn't expected to see the architect here, in the middle of the afternoon. He stands, smoothing the front of his shirt as if the gesture could erase the last ten minutes. He rounds the desk, extending a hand. "Drake. I wasn't expecting you." Drake grips his hand, his palm warm and calloused, shaking it firmly. "I know, I know. Surprise visit." He glances around the office, taking in the stacks of papers and the cluttered bookshelves. "I actually came to see your cousin. I assume William is hiding in this building somewhere?" "William?" Adrian raises an eyebrow. "He’s probably in the faculty lounge avoiding his own grading pile." As if on cue, a voice echoes from the hallway. "I heard my name." William appears in the doorway behind Drake, looking slightly winded, his tweed jacket askew and a satchel slipping off his shoulder. He pushes his glasses up his nose, shooting a look at Drake that is equal parts ex

CHAPTER 63 ~ CUTE

ADRIAN'S POV Adrian leans against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching William and Drake lace up their shoes by the front door. The earlier chaos of the office visit has bled into the evening, filling the house with the low hum of male laughter and the smell of leather jackets. He needs them gone. Now. If Drake sees him swapping his worn sweatpants for a tailored blazer, the interrogation will be relentless. Drake already suspects something; Adrian can see it in the way the architect’s eyes linger a little too long on his flushed face. "Out," Adrian says, pointing a finger toward the exit. "Both of you. Go terrorize the downtown nightlife. I have papers to grade." Drake stands, grinning as he zips his hoodie. "You’re missing out, Adrian, I know a place where the bass vibrates right through your balls. It’s therapeutic." "I’ll stick to coffee and silence, thanks," Adrian retorts, pushing them both onto the porch. "Don't come back until you've forgotten how

CHAPTER 64 ~ FUN NIGHT

************** The sleek black sedan glides to a halt at the entrance of The Star, the valet stand illuminated by a soft, golden glow that spills onto the pavement. Ryder maneuvers the vehicle into the parking spot with surgical precision, the engine settling into a low, rhythmic idle. He unbuckles his seatbelt, the strap retracting with a sharp snap, and turns his gaze toward Adrian, who is staring at the restaurant’s facade with wide eyes. Adrian leans in close, his voice dropping to a hush, laced with anxiety. "Ryder, this place looks expensive. Are you sure we can go here? We could definitely go somewhere else—" Ryder cuts him off, reaching across the center console to grab Adrian’s hand. His grip is firm, possessive, his thumb stroking the knuckles. "I’ve never complained about money to you, Adrian. You know I’m rich. Just watch." He sees Adrian’s mouth open to argue, to protest with that stubborn academic logic of his, but Ryder silences him with a peck on the lips. It’s

CHAPTER 65 ~ WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND

ADRIAN'S POV The question hangs in the cool night air, suspended between the glittering skyline above and the sprawling city lights below. Adrian’s smile freezes, then slowly fades away entirely. He stares up at Ryder, the breath catching in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. Ryder doesn't look away. He tightens his grip on Adrian’s hand, his thumb stroking the knuckles, grounding them both. "I know," Ryder rushes on, his voice low and rough with sincerity. "I know it’s too early. I know we’re supposed to be keeping this professional, that we shouldn't be doing this at all. But I can't help it. I can't help how I feel about you." He shifts closer, his eyes searching Adrian’s face, desperate to be understood. "You drive me crazy, Adrian. I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. It’s not just the sex, though that’s incredible—it’s everything. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, the way your voice sounds when you lectur

CHAPTER 66 ~ JEALOUS FREAK

ADRIAN'S POV Drake’s eyes narrow as he looks Adrian up and down, taking in the expensive suit, the messy hair, and the flushed cheeks. His gaze zeroes in on Adrian’s neck, specifically the dark, purpling bruise peeking out from the collar of his shirt—the hickey Ryder had left earlier. "So," Drake drawns, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who were you out with?" Adrian instinctively pulls his collar up, turning his head slightly to hide the mark. "Just a friend." Drake raises an eyebrow, unconvinced. "A friend? Dressed like that?" He points a finger at Adrian’s neck. "And is that a hickey? Friends don't usually leave marks like that, Adrian." Adrian feels the heat rise all over again, caught between the thrill of his secret and the scrutiny of his roommate. "It was... just a really good dinner," he mumbles, avoiding Drake's eyes as he makes a beeline for his room. Adrian retreats to his room, closing the door firmly behind him. He leans back against the wood for a moment, h

CHAPTER 67 ~ I HEAR MY NAME

RYDER'S POV The adrenaline buzzing beneath Ryder’s skin is a high-pitched hum, drowning out the world. His parents have been buried under mountains of work and business deals lately, their noses so deep in spreadsheets they haven’t had time to breathe, let alone nag him about the fake pregnancy or Maya. It’s a fucking relief. The silence at home is golden. But his mind, traitorous as it is, drifts to the girl. Maya has been distant lately, ghosting around the edges of the campus like a bad smell he can’t scrub out. He barely notices her absence, or so he tells himself, but silence from Maya is never just silence. It’s the calm before a hurricane, and Ryder knows he needs to keep his head on a swivel. Right now, though, the only thing that matters is the rink. He’s been grinding through back-to-back practices, his eyes locked on the upcoming game like it’s the only thing that exists. He wants that captaincy back. He wants the 'C' on his jersey so bad he can taste it. On the rink

CHAPTER 68 ~ LONELY

ADRIAN'S POV The new day breaks with a crisp, bright sunlight. Adrian parks his car in the college lot, humming a tune under his breath as he grabs his bag and heads toward the faculty building. He feels lighter than he has in months, a constant reminder of the watch on his wrist and the man who gave it to him. As he walks, he notices a group of students standing near the entrance. They look up as he approaches, their expressions twisting into something that looks suspiciously like disgust. They whisper to each other, glancing down at their phones before looking back at him with narrowed eyes. Adrian frowns slightly but brushes it off, assuming they are just typical college gossip. He keeps his head high, walking past them and entering the building. He makes his way to his office, ready to start the day, but as soon as he steps through the door, he freezes. Sitting behind his desk—or rather, standing looming over his desk—is the Head of the Faculty, Dean Thorne. Adrian has

CHAPTER 69 ~ BE OKAY

RYDER'S POV "So it was you." Ryder twists around, the movement stiff. William stands a few feet away, his chest heaving, eyes narrowed into slits of pure venom. He doesn’t wait for a denial. William lunges forward, his fist connecting solidly with Ryder’s cheekbone. The impact snaps Ryder’s head to the side, a bloom of instant heat radiating across his face. Before he can recover, William’s fingers claw into the fabric of Ryder’s shirt, yanking him forward. Ryder glances down at the white-knuckled grip distorting his collar, then looks up. They are eye to eye, perhaps Ryder an inch taller, but the rage pouring off William makes him seem larger. William shakes him, the fabric straining. "So it was you that posted that video," William spits, the words vibrating with aggression. Ryder lifts a hand to his mouth, his fingers coming away smeared with crimson. He stares at the blood for a heartbeat, then his gaze hardens. He grips William’s wrist, twisting with a sudden, brutal

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