「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(341) Pants Off

Lynn's POV

I blinked—twice—as my brain processed his heated sentence. Strangely, the ferocity or harshness of his tone was the least of my concerns, comprehending his devoted commitment to defend my interest.

Unknowing that a couple of tears had shed with each little flip of my eyelids, my frozen, buffeted, heart instantly toasted with a rush of blood, the same one that coloured me as I shyly laughed. My stupidity and crazily skewed perspective obviously earned itself the joke of the century.

"I'm sorry," Charles whispered and scurried to my side with a guilty expression.

"Oh, Charles," I croaked in that exact moment he scrambled to me with his pocket handkerchief, conscientiously dapping my blemished cheeks.

"I didn't mean to shout at you, I'm sorry," Charles apologized quietly.

Looking into his watery eyes, I was broken by his remorse and dilemma. Evidently, he was striving to restrain his own heartache but it was a struggle he thoroughly failed to deliver. Gently clasping his hand, I smiled at him lovingly and shakily caressed his face.

"I'll be fine, I promise," I reassured, attempting to kiss him again.

"No, Lynn," Charles insisted with a grimace as he actively shunned away.

"Don't get me wrong. No scars will ever blind me from your beauty," he declared unreservedly, brushing my blonde fringe away.

"But you have not seen-" Charles divulged yet paused like his voice had been stifled by whatever worsened that aggrieved expression on his face.

"You're fragile—too fragile. I don't- I can't have you hurt again, Lynn," Charles reiterated, highly tormented, and I just sighed, feeling the full force of our agonies devouring my insides.

"Charles, listen," I pleaded, slowly reaching for his hand and squeezed it.

"I'm cold, I'm in pain, I'm so bored—trapped in this bed everyday—I'm about to go insane," I confessed timidly.

"Yes, you're here. But your distance is not making my life any less miserable," I revealed in a wretched tone evoked by the memories of his aloof and upsetting behaviour.

"I don't know how you do it and I don't know if I can anymore hold up this abstinence..." I admitted with a shameful expression that hung over his shoulder as he generously drew me into a cuddle.

"I miss you, my dear," I sobbed in defeat.

"As do I, my love," Charles endearingly admitted.

As Charles pecked a doting kiss to my forehead, I peered up, finally given a chance to study his eyes I had not truly met in a long time. With unabashed craving, I stared profoundly into him, dreadfully realizing what I had, for the past month, selfishly neglected to see—that he was just as deprived as me.

Lips trembling, I inched in. He watched me tentatively but I was ever grateful my romantic endeavor was now well-received. Heartily, my tongue engaged his—hesitant at first—now bursting with that magical flame of passion. A synchronized movement shortly reigned over us and I excitedly dipped my hand into his trousers, yanking on his exquisite dress shirt.