CH17

Azalea tapped her pen against her notebook, her mind once again wandering to the events of a few nights ago. Ocean's Peak. Jackson. His touch, his lips, the way he made her feel. The memory replayed in her head like a broken record, refusing to leave her alone.

Three days had passed since it happened, and yet it felt as if it were just yesterday. She could still feel the heat of his breath, the way he looked at her afterward, the unspoken intensity between them.

Her stomach churned as she let out a soft sigh. It was all her fault—at least, that's what she kept telling herself. She'd let it happen. She'd allowed him to get close, to push her to that moment. It wasn't supposed to go that far, but it had.

Did she regret it? Not really. Did she hate it? Absolutely not. That was the problem. That was the very thing making her restless, the very thing that made her tap her pen nervously as if the rhythm could somehow drown out the thoughts swirling in her head.

The ride back to the dorms had been charged with an unmistakable tension. Neither of them spoke much, but the air between them said more than words ever could. Jackson's knuckles tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his gaze flickering toward her every now and then. He wanted to go again, to feel her like that just one more time, but when she'd declined, he'd let it go. He could see it in her eyes—she was overwhelmed. He respected that.

But for Azalea, the aftermath was more complicated. Back in her room, she tried to focus on her English homework, but her brain wasn't cooperating. Every time she stared at her laptop screen, her thoughts betrayed her, dragging her back to the memory of Jackson's tongue on her, the way he moved, how he made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered but them.

She had to sit there and force herself to type, each word feeling like a monumental task. The paper wasn't even that long, but her body still seemed to hum with the lingering echoes of his touch. She swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as her mind betrayed her again. The memory of his tongue swirling around her clit left her flushed, her heart pounding, her pen tapping nervously against the desk.

An expert of course. Of course he was, he's a prodigy. Azalea closed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. Then she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

She shouldn't have.

"Is everything alright"

Azie raised her head, looking at Thompson. His hands are on his pockets and she cleared her throat, forcing a smile.

"Of course it is."

"Are you sure? Class has been over for ten minutes now."

Azie examined the empty class and sighed. "Sorry I didn't...realize." He grins.

"You were doing so good for the past two months, is it because of summer break next month?"

"Oh um...yeah." Azalea set her things away and Thompson nodded. He found it strange, her behavior. Sure she's back to zoning out now, but he thinks it's different from the other times.

During the past two months they would have a bit of chitchat before and after class. It would mostly be on the things he assigned them, but he enjoyed the talking and the parts where he would sat things to make her laugh.

But now she's distant. No smiling, no in class participations and she's back to gazing like before.

He wonders what it was she was thinking about. As, well as all the other times.

He turned on his heel and went back to his desk, taking a seat. Azalea packed her things and tossed her bag over her shoulder.

Thompson eased in his chair, his right ankle on his thigh as he pondered. Thompson stared at his laptop, looking at the three thousand word essay he assigned to his class.

He decided to take a look at hers last and he was impressed by her writing in the beginning but...

Thompson's gaze reached the girl as she made her way to leave, but he stopped her.

"Azalea." He calls. She stops, glancing back at him.

"Yes sir?" She noticed his shift in demeanor. Thompson waved her over with his fingers and his head motioned toward his screen.

"Come here for me please, I want to talk about your paper."

Azalea got anxious but walked over to his desk. There was silence and her anxiety was growing by the second.

Finally he spoke. "You tackled your thesis with precision, which I liked."

Azalea exhaled a breath of relief.

"Thank you." However her minor excitement vanished upon the serious look on his face.

"Your first paragraph is perfect, everything about it actually was done perfectly. However...your closing statement pivoted from the topic itself. Then it was just rambling on." He explains.

Azalea felt her heart sink. She was sure she included everything there was. Or maybe she over shared her opinion a bit too much on it.

"If I over shared my opinion I really hope it's not too late to fix it. I admit that I was a bit distracted last night." Failing this class isn't an option for her and time is moving by quickly.

They're nearly in the second semester and then soon there's going to be graduation. She can't afford to use another braincell of hers in this place. She's tired of learning already, all she wants to do now is work.

"I don't like to get in the mix of my student's personal business, but please make sure you double check your work before you send it in."Her brows scrunched in confusion and Thompson turned his laptop for her to see exactly what it was she wrote. Her eyes dart from word to word. First she saw nothing wrong with it until it reached the fifth sentence, which honestly should've been the last, but it wasn't.When Azalea was finishing her work and the scene of what happened at Ocean's Peak filled her mind, her thoughts were being written out mindlessly by her.Azalea couldn't believe it as her eyes continued to read what she wrote without realizing.Thompson stood from his seat, his eyes glancing at the door for a brief second as her walked around his desk.

Azalea felt his body heat and he pointed to the screen as he eased close beside her, pointing to his favorite part of her thoughts.

The feeling of ecstasy on my tongue is something I never knew I wanted up until now. I want more, but I'm afraid to ask him for more due to me not wanting to be hurt by him. I'd do anything to feel the way I did again.

"Absolutely...anything." He whispers, finishing her closing statement. Azalea tore her gaze away from the screen and locked eyes with the man.

Thompson stared at her. When he first read it he ended up reading it twenty times again. She never mentioned Jackson's name, but she did make it clear that the experience of cumming for the first time was amazing and she needed to feel that again.

"I know you're my student, Azalea, and it would be highly inappropriate for me to make a suggestion upon knowing the risks and consequences of my next words but..." Thompson leant in, his lips grazing her ear.

The simple action made her shiver.

"...I could teach you if you're curious."

He pulled away, meeting her eyes once more. Thompson leaned against his desk and crossed his arms as he awaited her response.

Azalea stared longingly at him, not knowing what to say or do. In the end she just turned around in a hurry.

"Have a good day Ms. Moore," he voices. Azalea stopped, getting one last look at him. "I'll see you next class."