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POV Sarah Thompson Stins
The morning had barely begun, and I was already focused on my book.
My fingers danced across the keyboard, letter by letter, sentence by sentence...
The protagonist was becoming more and more like Edgar. It wasn't intentional, or maybe it was.
It was impossible not to be inspired by him. By his quiet, mysterious, attentive manner. In his choice of words. In the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
I was in love. And so was my book.
I was already more than halfway through the manuscript, and with every page I finished, my heart beat faster. It was turning out just the way I had dreamed. With emotion, romance, tension... I loved every line.
A perfect romantic fantasy.
I lost track of time.
When I realized it, it was already lunchtime. I stretched, went to the kitchen, and prepared some quick pasta. Something simple, just to line my stomach.
Then I went straight to the bathroom. I took a relaxing shower, washed my hair, and dried it quickly. I wanted to go out for a bit. Feel the air. See Edgar.
Of course... I missed him.
He had been busy for a few days. I didn't ask too many questions... I knew it was because of college. He had always been dedicated to his students. And I admired that.
But even so... I missed him.
I put on a pink dress, one of my favorites.
I sprayed on some light cologne, tied my hair up in a high ponytail, grabbed my purse, and drove to the university.
I wanted to surprise him. I was excited.
I parked and checked the time. Eleven thirty. He should be leaving by now...
I looked around... I waited for him.
Until... I saw him... he was there, in front of the college exit.
Backpack on his back. Steady steps. But he wasn't alone.
A female student was walking beside him. She was smiling a lot. Laughing loudly.
Talking excitedly. And Edgar... remained serious. As always.
But that irritated me.
I recognized her.
It was the same girl from the café. The one he said he was helping with a test. As far as I knew... that was all.
But now?
Seeing them together, her laughing at him, leaving college... her acting like that?
Flirtatious.
Smiling too much.
Trying to get closer. It made me boil inside.
Who does she think she is to act like that?
Edgar was mine. Only mine. And I needed to make that very clear.
I gripped the strap of my bag tightly and walked over to him without hesitation.
I was very close to him now.
I raised my voice.
"Hi, my love... I'm so glad I found you," I said loudly, with a smile on my face. Showing that girl that he belonged to me.
He turned around, surprised to see me there. But he smiled.
"Sarah... what a surprise."
I held his arm and kissed his cheek. I felt the student staring at me with that typical look of someone who wasn't expecting me to be there.
I kept smiling. Without backing down.
The girl muttered, visibly uncomfortable:
"See you later, professor. Take care."
Edgar just waved and then turned back to me.
"What a nice surprise to see you. I'm sorry I've been so busy..."
I shook my head.
"No problem." I smiled at him. "Let's have lunch and spend some time together. Then I'll forgive you."
He laughed softly and nodded, intertwining his fingers with mine.
We went to our cars. Each in their own. But I wasn't going to wait any longer. When he parked at the restaurant, I went straight to his car.
I got in without knocking. He was startled.
"What are you doing? Weren't we going to have lunch?" He asked, staring at me, trying to understand.
I locked the windows.
I turned on the air conditioning.
It was hot outside. And it would be even hotter in here... just the two of us... in this closed space.
But inside me... the heat was different.
I want something now...
"Now..." I climbed onto his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. "I want you. I want to kiss you. I want to make up for lost time..."
I caressed his face.
I ran my fingers through his hair.
Edgar looked at me intensely. Surprised... but surrendered.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmured.
I tilted my face and kissed his mouth slowly.
A calm kiss... then more intense. A kiss full of longing, desire, possession.
His hands held my waist, pulling me closer.
At that moment, there in the car, I didn't care if anyone saw us.
I needed to feel him again. I needed him to know he was mine.
Only mine.
The kiss got hotter... and I could already feel... his cock throbbing... ah, he wanted me... and I wanted him even more.
I smiled between kisses and pulled my face away from his. I slowly took off his glasses and put them on the seat next to us...
"You're so beautiful, Edgar... I love you so much," I whispered and went back to kissing his lips. To taste him...
He squeezed my waist tighter, moaning as he sucked my tongue... his hand slipped inside my dress.
Edgar caressed my body and moved down to my breasts... he slowly fondled them, squeezed my nipples, and I moaned...
I wanted him to eat me... right there.
And fuck if anyone saw.