Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Best Friend’s Brother Is My Professor—And He Wants Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Killian Davenport The kitchen lights turn on at 6:03 a.m. I stand at the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew with my jaw tight. Class isn’t until nine. I shouldn’t even be awake yet. But sleep had been impossible.I’m irritated. Not because of work. Not because of the endless demands from Ronald and my father.But because of Elena.I tell myself it was the dress. The way it clung to her body on that runway, short enough to be indecent, long enough to torment. Then I tell myself it was the runway itself, the confidence in her stride, the way she commanded attention. Then I try to convince myself it’s simply the Carson effect. Sharon’s daughter. Some inherited warmth that disarms people.I’m lying to myself.The real problem was watching her smile at another man. The easy laugh. The hug. The way she lit up for Shane Morales like she never has in my classroom. The real problem was the moment my hand closed around her waist, how perfectly she fit against me, how her body tensed t

Killian DavenportMy living room smells like apples. Fresh apples.I stand in the middle of the space, jaw tight. Elena was just here. Her presence is still everywhere. The faint warmth where she stood in my kitchen. The way she moved around my space.I cross the room and open more windows, letting the afternoon breeze cut through. My skin feels tingly. Unsettled. Might be the fever. I thought if I just ignored it, the change of environment, the stress from Ronald and my father, getting caught in that rain, it would pass. I didn’t think Nora would run straight to our mother and exaggerate. She must have blown it out of proportion.I move to the kitchen to make coffee. The microwave beeps behind me, Elena probably forgot to turn it off. My mind flashes back to her in that sundress just now, the way the fabric rode high on her thighs when she reached for things, the innocent way she moved around my kitchen like she wasn’t driving me insane. It almost felt like she was teasing me.

Killian DavenportI thought maybe Elena left the date early since she turned the assignment in minutes before midnight. Nora had informed her about the assignment, she’d then told me Elena would turn it in before midnight.A part of me was relieved. But I was wrong. She didn’t leave her date. I’m dropping Nora off because it’s late and she didn’t bring her car. I didn’t expect to see this.I pull up just in time to watch Shane kiss Elena.My hands tighten on the steering wheel until the leather groans. Elena doesn’t pull away. She stands there and lets him kiss her. The sight burns into my brain, his mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, that red dress flowing around her and I know she’s all dressed up for him.Something dark and ugly twists in my chest. Not just jealousy but possession. The kind I know I have no right to feel.And yet the urge to drag her out of there and remind her exactly who she belongs to is so strong it scares me.I force my expression to stay blank as N

Elena Carson I spend the whole day at the library making research and looking up materials. The school library is huge, and I’m friends with the librarian, so he gave me easy access to the restricted sections and even pulled some old archives for me.After hours of digging through dusty books and scrolling through old articles, my eyes burn and my back aches from leaning over the desk. The air is a bit stale, and it smells like old paper and polished wood. It’s almost 5pm now. I know Killian gets off work at six, so I have just one hour left. I stare at the computer for a while, feeling sleepy. The last textbook I need is up on the highest shelf. I’d need a ladder to get it.I walk over to the librarian’s desk. His name is George and he’s in his mid fifties, I think. He has warm eyes and a few grey hair that he tries to hide with that librarian cap of his. He always gets offended whenever any of the students call him old.“Can I get the ladder? I need to grab a book from the

Killian Davenport A groan nearly spills out of me. Is she really turned on? From what? She was smiling happily in her sleep an hour ago. Maybe she had a sex dream? Girls her age have those all the time. My jaw tightens. But about who?I snap myself. I’m not a pervert. Why would I want to know who was in her sex dream?I exhale, getting myself under control. “You’ve been here all along?”“Professor Davenport,” she says, voice a little shaky. “I finished the assignment.”She drops the papers on my desk and folds her arms around her chest. I see it anyway, her nipples, hard and obvious against the fabric. My cock twitches again. Fuck.I go through it quickly. “Good job.”She turns immediately and starts to walk to the door. A part of me doesn’t want her to leave in that state. Getting a cab at this hour might be hard too.But her staying is more dangerous too. I exhale sharply.“Wait, Miss Carson.”She freezes.I clear my throat, “I’m almost done. I can drop you off.”Her voice is