All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Killian Davenport I leave campus later than usual. The sun is already dropping behind the buildings when I pull out of the faculty lot. Traffic is really heavy. I keep both hands on the wheel and force my mind to stay blank. It doesn’t work. Davenport Co. rises ahead of me in clean glass and steel. I haven’t walked through these doors properly in years. The few times I’ve helped since coming back were all off the books, files sent to my penthouse, late-night calls, and the usual advice and help I give that never put my name on anything. Stepping into the building now feels like crossing a line I drew in permanent ink seven years ago. The lobby is quiet at this hour. Security nods at me like they still remember my face. I take the elevator to the executive floor. The ride is smooth and silent. When the doors open I step out into the wide hallway of polished stone and low lighting. Voices drift from an open conference room on my right. I glance in without meaning to. Several peopl

Killian DavenportThe phone drags me out of sleep.For a second I don’t move. The room is dark except for the thin light coming through the curtains. My head feels heavy. After leaving Davenport Co. I came straight home, showered, and dropped into bed with the decision still sitting unresolved behind my ribs. Sleep had been the only thing that felt useful. Now the sharp buzz of the phone cuts through it.I sit up, drag a hand down my face, and reach for the nightstand. Elena’s name lights the screen. Missed texts sit underneath the incoming call, the ones I never saw because I put the phone on silent and shut everything off.She’s going to a party with Nora. Heading out now.I answer.“Hey, baby.”Her voice comes through warm and slightly loose. “Hello, handsome.”A smirk pulls at my mouth before I can stop it. Drunk. Or close enough.“Where are you?”“Just sitting outside a club called Echo. Talking to you.”“You should be inside. Having fun.”“No. I wanna talk to you.”The si

Elena CarsonI wake up slowly.The sheets are softer than mine, and the light coming through the windows is brighter and higher. For a second my brain doesn’t catch up. Then the scent of his cologne on the pillow registers, and I realize I’m in Killian’s bed.I sit up carefully. My head throbs in a dull, familiar way. It’s the leftover consequence of too many shots and not enough water. Fragments of last night surface in pieces. The club. Nora laughing. Sitting on the sidewalk. Calling him. The car. Heat rushes straight to my face as more of it returns. My mouth on him while he tried to drive. Climbing into his lap. The way I told him car sex was on my bucket list like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.Oh god.The bathroom door opens and Killian steps out, hair still damp, wearing only dark sweatpants. He takes one look at my expression and the corner of his mouth lifts.“Morning, troublemaker.”I pull the sheet higher. “Don’t.”“Don’t what? Remind you that you near

Elena CarsonHalf the class is dozing.The other half is on their phones under the desks, screens glowing faintly against their thighs. I’m one of the few people actually facing forward, pen moving across the page even though the material is basic enough that I could recite it half-asleep. Professor Langsford stands at the front trying to explain attachment patterns with the slightly strained enthusiasm of a man who knows this isn’t his subject. Media arts is what he’s good at. Psychology is what the department needed covered after Killian took temporary leave. He’s trying. I can give him that. I still hate sitting through it.Two weeks without Killian on campus has changed the shape of my days.I used to time my routes between classes so I’d pass his office. Sometimes the door would be open and I’d catch a glimpse of him at the desk, sleeves rolled up, focused on something on the screen. Sometimes I’d step inside for sixty seconds, his mouth on mine, hand firm at the back of

Elena CarsonThat was the most intense sex we’ve had in a while.My body still feels the deep, satisfying ache between my legs, the faint sting where his hands gripped my hips, the way my pulse hasn’t fully settled. The moment he put his hands over mine on the clay, the second his mouth found my neck, everything else fell away. I needed that. Needed him. The missing had been a lot more than I admitted out loud, but it had been constant.Killian stands behind me now, carefully pulling the remaining pins from my hair. The tight bun didn’t survive what we just did. Clay is smeared along my forearms, a streak across his jaw, another on the side of my neck where he kissed me. His fingers work gently through the tangled strands, separating them without pulling.“I missed this,” I say quietly.“Me too.”He smooths my hair back from my face and studies me for a second, a small smile touching his mouth. “You look cute.”I glance down at myself. My pink dress is wrinkled and stained with g