I grabbed the bottom of his chin and tilted his head toward me. “I want you too.”
He leaned between my thighs again and kissed me gently. I wrapped my legs around him as he slowly entered me. He was being gentle and loving this time. I let my hands wander down his muscular back.
The contrast between him fucking me and him making love to me was unimaginable. Hard and raw versus gentle and intimate. He continued to kiss me as his thick cock stretched me wide. He reached down and touched my clit again, making me moan with pleasure.
He tilted his hips, thrusting his cock deeper.
“Professor Hunter,” I gasped.
He ran his hand up the side of my torso. His touch made my whole body tingle with pleasure. He intertwined his fingers with mine and moved them to either side of my face. His hips moved faster. “Promise that you’ll remember that you’re mine.”
“I promise,” I moaned as my orgasm washed over me. He squeezed my hands as he found his release.
He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. He placed one last kiss on my lips and pulled out of me. He stood up, grabbed his sweatpants off the floor, and pulled them on. I had never seen the look he was giving me now.
I was about to ask him what was wrong, when he said, “I have a present for you.”
I sat up. “So you did remember my birthday?” I wasn’t fuming anymore. I wanted to talk. I wanted to hear him out.
“I told you I remembered.” He gave me a small smile and walked through the kitchen. He disappeared into a room I hadn’t been in yet. I grabbed my clothes and went into his bedroom. I flipped the switch on in his closet. All the clothes he had bought for me were still hanging there. I opened up a drawer and pulled out a lacy thong and matching bra. I put them on and then finished getting dressed in my pants and tank top. There were sneakers at the bottom of the closet. I grabbed a pair of socks and laced up the sneakers. Everything fit me so perfectly. I crossed my arms. It was chilly in his apartment. I grabbed a light jacket and pulled it on.
When I walked back into the living room, Professor Hunter was sitting on the couch. I sat down next to him. He was holding a sealed envelope in his hand. My name was written in his familiar scrawl.
“What is it?” I couldn’t help the excitement coursing through me. I had waited my whole birthday for a present from him to arrive.
“I wanted you to get over me.” He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking down at the envelope.
“You already told me that.”
“Before you open this I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” My heart was racing.
“I did something I regret. But I can’t take it back.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent.
“I thought I needed to get over you. I thought it was best for you.”
“And for you?”
“No.” Professor Hunter shook his head. “I always knew it wasn’t best for me.” He looked over at me. “You said that it didn’t look like I was in pain. But I was. I felt numb. My days dragged on. Without you there’s nothing for me here. It sounds like I’m trying to make excuses but I’m not. I can own up to my mistakes. I just needed you to know that I was in pain too. I need you to understand the place I was in.”
“I don’t want to know what you did.”
“Penny…”
“Please don’t tell me.”
“I want you to be honest with me. How can I expect you to be if I’m not honest with you?”
“Is it going to hurt me?”
Professor Hunter ran his hand through his hair. “Yes.”
I bit my lip. “You kept my clothes in your closet. Why?”
“I felt like if I got rid of them then what we had really would be dead.”
“So this thing that you did didn’t make it feel like what we had was over?”
“No. I thought it would, but it didn’t.”
“I wish you would have talked to me. I wish you would have told me that you thought you weren’t good for me. I would have convinced you otherwise.”
“You’ve convinced me otherwise the whole time we were together.”
“You still should have talked to me.”
“I can’t take that back either.”
I nodded my head. “I kissed some guy that lives in your apartment.”
Professor Hunter lowered his eyebrows. “Who?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“His name is Brendan.”
“Okay. Just one kiss?”
“Yes. And he gave me some advice. About how if things are so hard between us maybe we’re not meant to work things out.”
“It’s not bad advice.”
“Clearly I didn’t take it.”
“I know.” We were both silent for a moment.
“Is what you did worse than that?”
“Yes.”
“Is it worse than the fact that I slept with Tyler?”
Professor Hunter closed his eyes. “I left you. You thought I had broken up with you. You weren’t in the wrong.”
“Is it worse?”
“By default, yes.”
“So you had sex with someone else?”
Professor Hunter leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “I did.”
I stood up from the couch. “A stranger?” My heart was racing.
“No.”
His words made my body feel cold. He didn’t have to say it. I knew what he had done. He had sex with Isabella. He had sex with his wife. That’s what married men did. They had sex with their wives. What should I have expected? He ran back to his wife when things went sour between us.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like it is with you.”
“So you did enjoy it?”
“Penny…”