Always You by Missy Johnson

people knew about this, the better. “Anyway, things
will get better. They have to, right?”
    “Yeah, sure,” Cam said, raising his eyebrows and not looking convinced.
“So when are you back home next? We’ll catch up.”
    “Definitely. It probably won’t be until the end of my contract though.”
    “Sweet. Well, stay out of trouble, and you watch yourself around those
young hussies,” he warned, clicking his tongue.
    If only he knew.
    ***
    After an hour of grading homework assignments, I could barely keep my
eyes open. Fuck, I was tired. They could wait, because right then all I wanted
to do was sleep.
    I shoved everything back in my briefcase and stumbled down to the
bedroom. I hung my jacket over the bedpost and peeled off my shirt, discarding
it on the ground. Unbuttoning my jeans, I took them and my boxers off and
climbed into bed.
    It took my body a few minutes to adjust to the temperature of the
freezing sheets. I lay there, almost asleep, but unable to switch my mind off.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I felt myself get hard, aroused at the
thought of her smile, those lips. God I could only imagine the feel of them on
my…
    Fuck! I rolled over, disgusted
with myself. I was not going to jerk
off while thinking about her. She was my fucking student! There was nothing I
wanted more than to see where this…whatever this was, took us. But I had to be
realistic.
    It was never going to happen.
     

Chapter
Thirteen
    Wrenn
    There were no words strong enough to explain how I was feeling as I
approached the theater. He stood against the wall, staring at me, his hands
shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his knee bent, foot propped up against
the wall.
    I’d thought long and hard about what to wear tonight, and seeing his eyes
widen and his body tense, I knew the low-cut black dress and cream heels had
been a great choice, even if I was freezing my ass off. I wanted to make him squirm inside. We both knew what he was going to
say, and I was planning on testing his resolve tonight. That kiss had felt so incredible
that I wasn’t ready to give up on him yet.
    “Wow, you look stunning,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over me.
    I smiled and tilted my head. I had scrubbed up pretty well. “We should go
in,” I replied.
    He held up two tickets, and I grinned.
    “I was hoping you had gotten them.” I’d noticed the same young guy in the
ticket booth, and the last thing I wanted was to deal with him again after the
embarrassment of last night.
     
    We walked inside. The theater was filling up. Without thinking, I grabbed
his hand and led him toward the far corner of the back of the room. He jumped
at my touch, but didn’t resist. We sat down, his hand not letting mine go.
      “Just in case someone we know
is here, I thought the back corner made sense,” I explained, my face flushing.
    He nodded, his fingers entwining in mine, his skin so soft. “Makes
sense.”
    I barely heard him; I was too busy focused on the way his finger was
gently stroking mine. God, how was it possible that the tiniest touch was
arousing me right now?
    As the movie went on, I did my best to watch it, but really, all my
attention was on him. It took me fifteen minutes to work up the courage to
reposition my hand so mine was on top, our fingers laced. He glanced at me with
a small smile.
    This made me feel more confused. Was he going to end this? And if he was
going to stop us before we had even really begun, why hold my hand?
    I wish I had the balls to
kiss him right now.
    This was the perfect arrangement: a dark theater, sitting alone in the
corner, holding hands—but I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I ached to
feel those lips against mine, I was too scared of being rejected.
     
    Too quickly, the movie was over. We were the first people up and out of
our seats, nervous about being spotted. We walked quickly to his car. He
unlocked the passenger door and waited until I was safely inside before closing
it.
    We sat in his