SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 17 - SEVENTEEN

- HAZEL -

I drew the sleeve of my sweater forward to cover my fingers. I had no idea how short what I’m wearing is till I walked out of my dorm and let the breeze rest on my skin for a while.

It’s cold and my legs are tingling. Why did I even come out in the first place? What sort of curiosity made me not put on a pair of jeans or something long enough to cover my legs? My lips shivered. Well, I can’t back out now, I need to find him. That is if he’s even here.

I stopped in front of the library and looked around. It’s so dark and difficult to see even with the faint light at a far corner in between the library’s sub-division illuminating the environment a bit. The library is meant to be open twentyfour - seven so it’s quite a shocker that the power supply is out. That never happens. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Are you here?" I whisper yelled, examining the environment. "K.." I don’t even know if I have the right to call him by his name. "Killian?"

I stared at the messy envelope and card in my hand when I got no answer. The piece of paper where he wrote where to meet is with me too. I can barely see anything because of the dim light. I dipped my hand inside my shorts, searching for my phone.

I froze for a second when I didn’t feel it. My shorts don’t have any pockets. Shoot! I probably left my phone on my bed. I definitely thought I carried it. I tried to clear my head by taking a deep breath in.

If I remember correctly, the letter stated he’ll be here by eight. I’m sure it’s already a few minutes to ten pm. Maybe he left long ago.

I mean, Killian doesn’t seem like the kind to wait for someone he couldn’t care less about.

Or does he?

I took a step forward and called his name again. My lips formed a line by the silence that brewed after that. Maybe he’s not here.

Tch... why will he be?

"I’m here." Killian’s voice echoed as he walked out of the passage between the library’s sub-division.

He responded like he read my mind. I swallowed as I heard his footsteps. The sound of something metallic hitting against another metal surface slid into my ears as well.

My heart skipped a beat as I beheld his form. Fuck. Even at night, he looks hot.

I bit my lower lip while watching him make his way to me. Killian lips slid ajar a little when he saw me. I watched his body movement well enough to notice his jaw clenched.

"You came." He said with a wide half grin. The metallic click became so loud that it made me flinch. I traced my gaze down his hand where I suspected the noise came from. He’s holding a zippo and playing with it.

My breath hitched as I locked eyes with him. "You’re here." I said breathlessly.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Killian asked, taking a few steps forward. Now he’s in front of me.

Because I’m almost two hours late.

I looked away. "I don’t know..." I murmured. The fact that he waited eased my heart a little bit. Killian brought a finger to my face and placed it under my chin. He lifted my head up to face him.

"You’re beautiful, Hazel. You know that right?"

Just that compliment made my heart dance. Butterflies roamed around freely in my stomach.

Remember who he is, Hazel. Remember your position in Kate’s life and remember why you’re here.

. . .

Why am I here?

I took a step back and chuckled. "Thank you, but I doubt you called me out here to tell me that." I said.

"That’s correct, kitten." He exhaled. His voice sounds so deep yet calm and soothing. I like it.

"Don’t call me that." I shot back. It might’ve been cool then but not now.

"Would you rather I call you ’darling’ instead?" He stared at me like he was intrigued by my silence. "Or ’baby’?" He leaned his head closer to me. "How about, ’my little brat’?" That made my eyes widen.

I kicked his feet on reflex out of embarrassment, and moved backwards while covering my face with my hand. My cheeks are red. I don’t want him to see that.

Killian winced but chuckled at my reaction. I can see that he enjoys teasing me. It’s unfair. And very inappropriate. He’s my professor.... Every kind of closeness I have or had with him shouldn’t exist. "That hurt, Hazel. Very much." Despite his laughter, I felt the deepness of his voice.

It took my mind back to that night. When his lips was on me. My chest heaved as I breath heavily. I shouldn’t have these memories.

I cleared my throat. "Why am I here, Killian?" My voice is soft. I can sense the nervousness in my voice. I can’t deny the fact that I am attracted to Killian despite not wanting to.

Despite wishing I’m not. But how could I not be? It wasn’t just sex that night ... I don’t know what to call it but it wasn’t just sex.

He was passionate. Gentle. Rough when he needed to. Sought my consent every step of the way. There was lust in his eyes that night and the darkness in his gaze made my knees weak all over again.

The way he held me... plunged inside of me...

The way his dick throbbed in my wet pussy that night can’t just be forgotten, not even after weeks.

Maybe if I never saw him again, I would’ve felt different but he’s always going to be around me throughout this semester.

That’s a very long time and to be honest, it hurts that I can’t touch him again like I want to.

I wouldn’t have minded letting my professor do dirty things to me, but this man standing in front of me belongs to my best friend.

I gulped. It is so damn hard, but I have to try to forget him.

Fuck. I bit my lower lip. Life is just unfair.

"You’re skipping my classes. Why?"

"I don’t think I have to answer to you." I said to him, sternly.

Killian chuckled. "As your professor, you do. And you will."

My throat creased. "I felt sick."

"Twice?"

I shot him a glare. "I just needed air, Killian. Everything is a mess right now." I stared at his form, facing forward. He’s not even looking at me. I wonder if he understood what I meant by that.

"Don’t skip your classes because of me, Hazel. You have a bright future ahead of you."

Oh, cut that crap! That’s not what I want to hear.

"Okay. I’ll try not to." I murmured, staring at the floor. It’s so cold, I think I should head back to my dorm. "Anything else?" I whispered under my breath but I doubt he heard me. My voice was so low.

"Especially not because of me." Killian said, completing his sentence, causing me to look at him. He’s staring at me. If I’m not mistaken, it’s those same eyes. The one he had when he looked at me that night.

That made my brows curl.

"What do you mean?" I squeaked.

He didn’t answer me but smiled instead. "Take care of yourself, kitten."

I frowned. He should stop calling me that!!

"I will." I said, returning the smile. Something bothers me. I want to ask him a lot of things but at the same time, I don’t want to.

"In that case, goodnight." Killian says and walks away. He’s playing with the zippo again.

"Killian, wait!" I called, stretching my hand forward.

He stopped moving and turned to face me. His gaze said it all. He wants to know what I want to ask.

That night.... do you think about it? Do you ever think about me?... Is what has been begging to burst out of my mouth, but I can’t ask that. That’ll be me digging my grave.

"Goodnight." I said with a smile. "I just wanted to say that." I lied.

He flashed me a grin and waved his hand. "Don’t skip my class tomorrow, kitten." Killian said, turning his back at me. I watched him go till his body merged with the darkness and I couldn’t see him no more.

Something tickled down my cheek. I wiped it off with a thumb. I sniffed, I had no idea that I was crying. I rubbed my finger against my wet eyes, trying to clean my tears. As hard as this is, it’s for the best.

No matter where I am in this world, I’ll always love Kate. She’ll always be my only one. Even if it means I’ll die

slowly or wallow in regret at the possibilities of how things would’ve turned out to be of I actually said something....