Chapter 10 Ten

"S...sir..." I stuttered, staring at him like he was a ghost. Maybe because I haven't properly seen him in a week. It's just glances, so looking at him like this feels new.

He had a bland smile on his face, and he was staring at me, at Nathan, and at his grip on my hand.

"Are you two done? We should get going, Willow," he said, pointing at Nathan's grip.

"Uh, we were detained, professor," Nathan said, dropping my hand.

"Not anymore. C'mon, Willow."

I walked stiffly to the door. He moved aside and I walked out of the hall. He followed seconds later. His bold strides behind me were making me very nervous.

He wasn't even saying anything but I was already feeling the heat. We got to the parking lot and into his car.

I struggled to put my seatbelt on because of my frantic fingers. I finally succeeded but he didn't start the car. His fingers were drumming on the wheel and his face was taut. The smile had vanished. Completely.

"You wanna know how shocked I was when I found out you were in detention for exchanging love letters with a guy?"

He tilted his head in my direction. The anger in his eyes made it impossible for me to look at him longer than five seconds.

"We weren't exchanging love letters..."

"You were receiving them. And I bet they made you giddy."

I looked at him. He was flatly angry. Why?

"I wasn't receiving them. And they weren't even love letters. They were just..." I choked on my words, realizing it was kind of a lie. I did receive them, but no, I wasn't giddy, and no, they weren't love letters.

"Just what?"

"He's a guy I hate. And he was just writing nonsense to pick on me. I snapped at him a little too loudly, and that's why the professor had us detained. Nothing else."

I hated that I was explaining myself this way. I hated even more that I felt like I owed him. Like I needed to calm his anger.

His silence had me all tense. And then I sucked in a shaky breath and moaned when his large hand rested on my thigh, caressing it.

"I haven't really spoken to you in days. It was depressing. But I was convinced you needed time to think." His voice was a husky whisper now. He didn't sound so angry anymore.

My heart was racing like a marathon. Did...he mean that?

"And then I heard you were exchanging love letters with a guy and I almost lost it. Don't ever do that. Not even as a joke."

My eyes squinted in confusion as I dared to look at him. Wasn't that a weird request to make from me?

"Your eyes are gonna be the end of me someday," he smiled, tilting my head up with his fingers on my chin.

His lips smashed on mine, seizing my lips in the most urgent, hungry, and assaulting kisses of my life.

My squirming began when his hand slid into my skirt, teasing my clit through my panties. My hands were everywhere - his chest, the window, the seat, pulling down my skirt. I wasn't even sure how to respond to this.

We were in his car at the school's parking lot. That's the riskiest thing I've ever done.

He broke the kiss but his lips hovered over mine. His fingers were still teasing my overly sensitive clit.

"I wanna fuck you, Willow. Not with my fingers anymore. I wanna really fuck you."

Crimson shades took over my body. I was literally melting in my seat. I bet he could hear my heart racing too.

"But you gotta give me permission. Be my girlfriend."

I was slowly shaking my head. He held my face, stopping me.

"Don't do that. Don't you dare say no to me. I'm not gonna take it well. I'm already a little too obsessed, and your rejection is gonna wound me deeply."

His fingers pulled down my panties, and he cupped my wetness. I jerked in my seat, but he swallowed the moan that came with that in another ravishing kiss.

He slid in a finger, and I grew even more squirmy.

God...I missed this. Geez!

His tongue delved deep into my mouth, while he thrusted and wrung his finger deep inside me.

Fuck!

The tap on the window yanked me out of my mind-blowing ecstasy.

I pushed him off me. A whimpering gasp left my lips when I saw it was April at the window. Good heavens, the glasses were tinted. I pulled up my panties and adjusted my clothes.

I was hyperventilating like I was having a seizure. He'd already licked up his finger and was taking deep breaths.

I couldn't even breathe.

"Could you please get a hold of yourself? I need to open the door for her."

Get a hold of myself? Like that's easy to do. Tears were sliding down my face. How do I easily get a hold of myself?

He handed me a handkerchief. "You're such a baby. And you wonder why I'm this obsessed over you."

Was that a compliment or another insult?

He opened the door after I'd reasonably dried my eyes.

"What took you so long, Dad?" April huffed, as she got into the backseat. Good thing she didn't find it weird that I was sitting on the passenger seat with her Dad.

"Rough day?" He chuckled. It's shocking how relaxed and normal he was. I, on the other hand, can't even speak.

"Just drive." She groaned.

He began driving. I kept my eyes on the window, refusing to even glance at him.

We got home and I was locked in my room before anyone could stop me. But not for long. Because it was soon dinnertime, the most dreaded time.

I came downstairs and joined them at the table. I was skillfully avoiding his gaze. April filled up my plates.

"Thanks." I smiled at her.

She beamed and began eating. Minutes later, she patted my thigh.

"Girl, I heard you got detained with Nathan."

She was too excited. I couldn't help but glance at her Dad. But then he seemed uninterested in the conversation.

"Yeah...it just happened."

"Imagine being detained with the guy who's crushing on you. That's fucking romantic!" She squealed, clapping her hands.

"He's not crushing on me..."

"Oh, girl, but you know he is. He wouldn't stop staring at you in the general class. I'm telling you. That guy has the hots for you. Don't be mean to him."

"It's Nathan Hunt." I reminded her. Because she seems to be forgetting who we're talking about.

That guy has all the girls folded for him. He'd never really be interested in me.

"So what? You're beautiful, you're smart. You're strict, which makes you a fucking challenge. Any guy would wanna win you over."

"Yeah, just for their ego..."

"Not that. C'mon. Must you be so pessimistic about everything?" She sighed.

"I'm being realistic..."

"Don't be. For once, be delusional. Close your eyes and imagine having Nathan Hunt as your boyfriend. Girl, that would be insane!" She squealed again.

I laughed at her childish excitement.

The loud clattering of cutlery startled us both. Mr. Joe Anderson was on his feet, leaving the dinner area with long, angry strides.

My heart dropped as I watched him disappear out of sight. What have I done now?