All Chapters of My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Killian Davenport I help Elena zip her dress back up, my fingers slower than they need to be because neither of us seems particularly interested in rushing back into the real world.Her hair is a complete mess.A few strands cling to her flushed cheeks, the rest falling loose around her shoulders instead of staying in the neat style she had when we arrived. She is still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling beneath the fabric of her dress, and there is something so ridiculously cute about the way she avoids looking directly at me that I have to bite back a smile.I finish the zipper and let my hand rest briefly at her waist.“Done.”She turns around.I reach up and pat the top of her head before attempting to arrange her hair with my fingers.She smiles sheepishly.“Don't act so innocent.” I say.“I’m not acting innocent.”“You are.”She gives me a look. “Do you think everyone outside would see my hair and know?”“Know what?”She narrows her eyes. “You know…”I delib

Elena Carson Killian is driving me home, and I still can't believe how quickly the day has gone.It feels like we only just left the riding place.My body is pleasantly tired from the hours we spent there, my shopping bags are probably still sitting in the trunk of his car, and there is a ridiculous smile on my face that I haven't been able to get rid of since we left the mall.It has been such a fun day.Laughing, teasing each other, shopping, coffee, riding horses, and somehow ending up with far more bags than either of us planned on carrying.I turn toward him.The evening sunlight spills through the windshield, painting warm streaks across his face. The clock on the dashboard tells me it's almost seven.“I can't believe I won't be seeing you for days.”He glances at me.“You'll see me plenty after your exams.”“Hopefully.”I sigh dramatically and sink farther into the seat.“My psychology exam is on Tuesday too.”“You're worried about it?”“Yes.”“You shouldn't be.”“I have n

Killian Davenport The textbook is still open on the desk when I pull my chair closer to Elena.For a few seconds, neither of us says anything.She sits opposite me, one leg tucked beneath her, her hair slightly tousled and her cheeks still carrying a faint warmth from an hour ago where she tempted the hell out of me.So now, we finally remembered that she is actually supposed to study.I look at her. She looks at me.“You're supposed to be studying.”“I am.”“You've been staring at me for thirty seconds.”“I was thinking.”“About psychology?”She smiles. “Obviously.”I shake my head.“You're going to fail.”Her mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”“I said you're going to fail.”“You're a terrible tutor.”“And yet you came back.”“I haven't even started.”“Exactly.”She rolls her eyes and pulls the textbook closer.“Fine. Teach me.”I lean back in my chair. “All right. Let's start with something simple. Classical conditioning.”She sighs.“You already asked me this.”“And you already told m

Killian Davenport It’s Monday, and I’m in my office before most of the building has properly woken up. The city outside my windows is already moving, though.Traffic crawls between buildings. People hurry along the sidewalks below, carrying coffee cups and phones, disappearing through revolving doors with the same urgency they seem to have every Monday morning.Inside my office, everything is quiet.I sit behind my desk with a file open in front of me, but I haven't read the same paragraph for the last ten minutes.My eyes keep returning to the clock.11:17.I glance at it again.11:18.I exhale through my nose. This is ridiculous. I'm not waiting for anything important. At least, that's what I tell myself.Kyle said he'd be at the office around eleven-thirty. I want to talk to him. I don’t completely trust him, but Ian's findings have changed the way I'm looking at everything.The inconsistencies in Derek's medical records are still sitting at the back of my mind. So is the fact tha

Elena Carson Four days into the exams, and I am exhausted.Not the kind of exhausted that disappears after a shower or a good night's sleep.The kind that settles into my bones.My shoulders ache from sitting over books for hours. My eyes burn every time I stare at a page for too long, and my brain feels like it has been stuffed with cotton. I have been living on tea, coffee, quick meals, and whatever snacks Nora manages to push into my hands when she catches me studying.But at least one thing is certain.I did well on my psychology exam.I know I did.The moment I walk out of the examination hall, the first thing I do is stop on the pavement and breathe.The afternoon air is warm against my face, carrying the faint smell of rain from somewhere in the distance. Students pour out behind me, some laughing, some complaining, some already discussing answers as though torturing themselves with everything they might have gotten wrong.I don't join them. I don't want to know. I did wha