in my office or classroom, thinking about her until I would very likely go insane.
Now here we are, on a bed. I had her in my arms earlier today. I held her hand to help her in and out of the ambulance. My life just nearly ended because of a piece of fruit. Yep, my restraint is pretty much non-existent. The only thing holding me back is my career and how it would end if I were caught. See, that’s how far off the deep end I’ve gone because I no longer question whether or not she would reciprocate these feelings swirling inside me. I’m almost certain she would if I made a move. How could she not when I’m completely and utterly crazy in love with her?
Maybe everything earlier today happened for a reason. This could be my chance to finally see if this is more than just a teacher having a crush on a student.
The sound of my phone ringing pulls me back to the present where the tempting student is sitting so close my leg is practically touching her ass.
“Oh, do you want me to hand you your phone?” Reagan asks, unfortunately standing up and putting distance between us. That’s probably best since my control is wearing incredibly thin today for some reason. Maybe it’s the whole near death experience making me want to pull her in my arms and kiss her. Like I could ever stop there once I touched her in such a way.
I have to clear the lust from my voice before I can answer her question. “Sure, it’s in the front pocket of my pants,” I tell her.
Reagan tentatively reaches for the pile of clothes on top of the supply cabinet, like she’s reluctant to touch something so intimate as the pants I was wearing earlier. After she finds the device, she quickly brings it over to me.
I don’t recognize the local number but answer anyway. “Hello?”
“Hi, old man. This is Bailey calling for Reagan.”
Fuck it all to hell.
“Sure, hold on,” I say before offering the phone to Reagan, who went back to standing against the cabinet. “It’s for you.”
“Oh,” she replies with a wrinkle of confusion between her eyebrows. “Ohhh,” she repeats when she takes the phone, apparently remembering the asshole from earlier.
“Hi, Bailey,” she says into the phone with a smile on her face. My heart sinks in my chest because however much I hate the dickhead, he’s not her teacher that’s obsessed with her. He’s just a normal guy that she deserves to make her happy. Besides, I’m still technically a married man with baggage.
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” she says before hanging up and reaching out to give me my phone back. “Thanks.”
“Plans later?” I can’t help but ask.
“Yeah. I mean, usually I wouldn’t, but it’s one of those days where I feel like I should say yes to everything, you know?” she asks.
Fuck. I’ve missed my opening.
“Right. Well, have fun.”
“Thanks. Are you sure you’ll be okay here?” she asks.
“Of course. They should discharge me soon,” I tell her while my inner douchebag is angry that I didn’t insist that she stay. Two weeks is all that’s left of the semester and then she’ll be gone. “See you Tuesday, unless you decide to come by my office tomorrow morning.”
“Depends on how late my night runs,” Reagan says before slapping a hand over her mouth. I don’t know who is more surprised by her statement, me or her since I didn’t take her for the kind of girl who puts out on the first date. And I don’t like it.
“Right,” I reply, clearing my throat before I beg her to stay. “Have a good night.”
Chapter Four
Reagan
I take a deep breath as I clear the curtain and walk away from my professor, who I nearly attacked. Even now my feet don’t want to leave him. I have to force their movements to the exit where a very cute guy is waiting for me; one who saves lives for a living and looks like he lifts cars in his free time to beef up his biceps.
“Hey, beautiful,” Bailey says as soon as I step through the automatic doors. I spin around looking for him, finally spotting him sitting on a bench to my right. His legs are spread wide, arms stretched over the backrest. He looks scrumptious in his uniform with the top few buttons undone. Yet, I don’t feel the same impulse to jump on him and shove my tongue in