See who dies first

Aimee’s P.O.V

Meeting your future professor at an exclusive party and spilling a drink on his jacket. Check.

Said Professor flirting with you right after. Check.

Running out on him because your jealous mate was stomping off. Check.

Damage control anyone?

“Breathe Aimee.” I felt his breath hot against my ear and the breath stuck even deeper in my lungs.

How does anyone breathe in situations like this?

“In…out…in…out.” Professor Blackwood sounded amused as he rubbed his hand over the top of my back and why wouldn’t he? Here he was teaching a full-grown woman how to breathe. Thankfully, my brain followed his lead and before long, my lungs remembered how to draw in breaths and I almost fainted with relief as oxygen flooded me.

From the corners of my eye, I noticed a woman, slightly older than me, moving towards where we stood.

I discreetly inched away from the professor, my cheeks heating as I realized how our posture might have seemed to an onlooker. First days aren't always the best.

Si