Professor Abraham
I place her on the bed and stare into her magnificent face.
She looks so adorable. So ready for the taking. And yet, so far away from grab.
I just can't believe that I almost lost her today.
And then I kissed her, right in front of everyone. I knew I did it just to spite that guy she went and found, but I rather enjoyed it. I really did.
The way her lips merge with mine, I could tell that she is not a very experienced kisser. Her first kiss, maybe. Her very first kiss. And that made me feel so happy for some obvious reasons.
But I enjoyed every bit of it; that's the truth, even though I know I am not supposed to.
I just felt like doing it again, but I knew it wouldn't be right, so I just moved away before things got out of hand.
Clearing my throat, I mustered all the self-control that I could get and walked away to the desk chair.
She felt like a magnet that is pulling me towards her all the time, and I am helpless in her hands. If this continues, there's going to be a huge problem considering we are living in the same tent.
Truth be told, I feel like a goddamn teenager all over again. I have no sense of control over my feelings. They just keep popping up with no filters.
"You can clean up first," I say, clearing my throat.
She nods and gets up from the bed without arguing, which made me feel relaxed. I just wanted to clear the air between us, as it's getting so tense, and if she had argued right now, it would have made matters worse. So thank God she didn't.
She walks into the bathroom while I just lay there, closing my eyes.
Her figure invaded my mind once again. Such a damn mind I have.
She seems to be everywhere I go now, even in my sleep.
I had wanted to just protect her, but now something is also forming between us—something unethical. Something that's out of our agreement. Something that I do not know if she's in with the idea.
Lord! What have I gotten myself into now?
**********
Nina
I just sat there in the bathroom, thinking about all that had happened today.
It had been a rocky day indeed. Really Rocky and entertaining to say the least.
All the adrenaline rush is still coursing through my body.
First, it started with me making a fuss about my relationship status with my professor, the way people were judging us, and my thoughts.
Then I finally agreed to be his wife for the field trip. And me getting lost in the jungle and almost giving up on life.
And lastly, the professor's sudden change of behavior. I, too, have also changed; I could feel it.
But is that feeling good or bad that I couldn't decipher as of now?
All I know is that things have changed, and we must learn to live with all those changes.
I quickly shun all these thoughts from my head for a moment and focus on taking my bath.
I rinsed my body, and then I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my chest.
I wasn't expecting him to still be in the room, as I thought he would have left to go and sleep where he usually does, on the balcony.
But there he was, laying on the desk chair. His eyes are also closed, which means he might be sleeping.
I tiptoed to where my clothes were and quickly picked out a nightgown and slipped it on.
Firstly, I don't want to wake him up, as he seemed tired, and that was all because of me. Secondly, I don't want him to see me that exposed, with only a towel wrapped around me. It's too embarrassing and too unethical. He's my professor, for heaven's sake.
The one you just kissed a while ago?! My head booms in.
I quickly knock off the thought before it goes any wild. Damn my stupid brain sometimes.
Why should I be thinking such thoughts at times like this?
I slowly tiptoed back to the bed, but before I could lay down, I heard him clear his throat, telling me that he had actually woken up.
I turned to face him, and our eyes met.
For a moment, I saw some faint emotions that I couldn't understand flicker through his eyes, and then they were gone.
He sits upright.
"We need to talk," he says.
Oh! No, I don't want to talk because I know exactly what he's going to talk about.
He should just pretend that it didn't happen, and I'd do the same.
Just imagine talking about intimate affairs with your teacher; that would be awkward, right?!.
Super awkward even.
The most awkward thing ever, if you ask me.
"Sit," he said in a stern voice, and I did as I was told, for I have no other option as it is.
God! Please don't let this conversation happen at all. I silently pray.
"I don't want you near that boy again," he just mutters.
Huh! Which boy again?!.
Then it dawned on me.
Oh! He's talking about Mike.
"Mike, but why don't you want me to see him again?" I ask.
He gave me one nasty glare that made me gulp in all my rebelliousness. The same look he gave me when I first tried to remove my ring in front of him.
"Ok, sir," I just murmured.
But that doesn't actually mean that I would listen, and I'm glad he didn't talk about our intimate session.
Yukk! Why do I keep remembering that?
It's not like I actually enjoyed it, or did!?.
"And, under any circumstances, should you not try to remove your ring again? Otherwise," he says, standing up for the chair and walking over to me, cutting off my silly train of thought, which I am glad he did.
This feels like a sense of dê javu.
"Understood?!" he barks out slowly.
I nodded like the obedient little student that I was.
I have a feeling that he would definitely do whatever he threatened to do with me if I ever dared remove that ring again.
I wasn't planning on doing that again anyway.
"And lastly," he adds, moving so close that I move away.
But he keeps on moving closer.
I reached the end of the bed, but he kept coming.
Oh my goodness! What is he trying to do this time?.
"Please, sir, this is not right," I pleaded with him.
This is way too unethical for even a person like me to deal with.
He leans in so close, and I shut my eyes, waiting for whatever it is to happen to finally happen.
But then, I felt him move away.
I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me with a pillow and a blanket in his hands.
He stares at me for a while while I let out a sigh.
"Lastly, I would be staying in the same room as you from now on, so that you won't pull any reckless stunt like that again, and I won't take any risks of leaving you alone ever again," he says.
He walks away, pulls his sleeping bag, and spreads it on the ground.
Then he places the pillow and blanket on top and lays down.
Well, I guess I deserve this treatment.
"Good night," he calls out.
"Good night," I answer back.
*********
So late in the night, I heard someone speaking in a low tone.
I didn't think it was in the room, but then I heard Professor Abraham's voice.
He seems to be having a conversation with someone, and from the looks of it, it's a heated one.
"Please, just give us another chance; don't make a hasty decision that you might regret later," he pleads.
Whoever it is he is talking with sure seems to test his patience, and he surely holds that person in high regard that he's pleading with them.
"No, I haven't signed it yet; that is why I called. Please don't do this to us; don't do this to all those years that we had."
"No, I promise you I'll be better; I would change just for you, please," he pleads again.
"Ok, but you should please reconsider, and regarding the children, we can..."
I couldn't hear the end as he had moved away from the hearing site.
I wonder just to whom he is pleading.
He also seemed rather desperate about it.
Maybe it's some contract that he's trying to land.
But he also mentioned children?.
Well, whatever, I don't care; it's not my problem as it is.
With that thought, I turned and continued sleeping peacefully.
Whatever it is, I am sure he can deal with it.
But deep down, I was getting curious already.
What is it that the professor is talking about, and he also sounds desperate?!.