"Time: the healer, and the killer."

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Two years later...

Lilly's POV

I officially have no friends anymore.

Nope. None. Nada.

The friend endearment shouldn't be used so loosely, because no matter what you do for them, the moment always comes and they stab you right in the back.

I sighed as I read again through the last message Sally has sent me.

She ditched me. That little back-stabber ditched me, her best friend for ten years, for some guy she only met a week ago.

I texted the other girls in our group, and they all had excuses. One just got her period, the other is fighting with her boyfriend over something, the third is staying at her boyfriend's place...and Sally is probably having sex by now.

Great. Just another one of the many disadvantages of being single at this age and time.

The bartender interrupted my self-pity session and pointed to my half-empty martini glass, "Can I get you another one?"

I shook my head, "Not yet, thanks," Because apparently, I will be heading home after this.

I internally groaned. All I wanted was to go out, have some fun before the new semester starts on Monday.

Too much to ask for, I guess.

Blowing out a deep breath, I read Sally's messages, coming one after the other, mostly her apologizing and promising to make it up for me next week. I read through her last message, in which she promised to clean the house, and do the laundry all by herself for the next two weeks. A bit satisfied at that, but still more than angry at being all alone, I lifted the drink to my mouth and mumbled to myself, "Where in hell should I go now?"

I was asking the universe.

And the universe answered.

"My place isn't far," A deep, rich voice said from next to me. Not realizing anyone had taken on the stool right next to me, I startled, tipping my glass and spilling whatever was left of my drink all over my white top.

"Oh no, no," I stood, quickly grabbing for a napkin from the bar and started to dap it at my brand new top, "Shit, not my expensive shirt!"

"Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you."

"Well, then don't sneak up on people, jackass!" Oh, this is definitely leaving a stain.

"Relax darling, it's just a shirt, I can get you a new one," That same deep voice said again and with my anger tripling, I gave up on my blotting my shirt and looked up at him.

My heartbeats halted to a stop as my eyes collided with the human being I just a jackass.

Shit.

He is a jackass alright.

Some tall, handsome, and a very hot jackass.

Guilty grey-blue eyes drifted from my stained wet shirt to me. The sight of them alone had me freezing in the spot and forgetting even my name. They weren't like Chase's eyes, no. No one can ever measure up to him in my mind. But these, they had more of a grey tone, and that gave them a very sharp edge, dangerous, and exhilarating, only drawing me in.

Feeling at a loss of words, I turned around again and focused only on my shirt. Nervously, I looked around, searching for more napkins but found none left.

"Hey, Jacob, can I get some paper towels over here?" Mr. beautiful jackass called for the bartender on my behalf, "Also, a glass of club soda would do well."

"Coming right away, buddy."

Buddy?

He settled his gaze back on me, "Don't worry, I got a way to remove the stain."

My eyebrow raised, "It better work," I looked down at the obvious stain and pouted, "First time wearing it, seven hundred pounds down the drain."

"Seven hundred, for that? It's just a T-shirt, like is it bulletproof or something?"

I lifted my eyes and shot him a glare. He's really got some nerve, some very hot nerve.

The bartender came back and handed him a glass and a handful of napkins. Without asking for my permission, Mr. beautiful leaned in toward me, the heavy scent of his musky cologne consumed me into a whirlwind, and I sucked into a stuttering breath.

"You want the stain out?" He asked, a perfect eyebrow raising.

Gulping down, I just nodded, his closeness made it hard to mutter anything out.

I expected him to dap the club soda over my shirt with the napkin, but within few seconds it all went from hot to cold and I gasped, as he slowly and directly poured the soda water into the material of my shirt.

"What...what the hell did you do?" I asked, frustrated, looking down at the now-bigger wet spot on my shirt.

"The club soda will remove the stain just fine," He answered, innocently.

I shot him a glare, "You just poured it all over me!" I exclaimed, unable to grasp his action, and noticed how the thin material of my white top is now see-through due to him.

"Well, it was the only way."

I stared back at him in disbelief, "There were a hundred different ways!"

He shrugged, a boyish smile crawling up his lips, "But this is more fun."

I gritted my teeth and just gave up on life, today is not my day, "Great, now everyone can see through my shirt!"

His gaze drifted from my shirt, specifically from the chest area, and up to my eyes, a smirk pulled up one corner of his lips, "I am fully aware of that," He ran his thumb over his lower lip and his eyebrow raised, "Darling, you really chose the wrong day to not wear a bra."

Could you hate someone so much and still be fully attracted to his handsome face, because that's me right now. Angrily, my hand shot forward and snatched the paper towels from him. I sat down on the stool again and tried to fix the mess he made. I dapped it over my shirt and skin, trying to absorb the wetness he caused.

I didn't know what else to do at the moment or how to act. It's been long, so long since I last felt like this. Nervous, anxious, and all disoriented. I could feel his eyes still on me, his tall, overbearing presence in my periphery made it difficult to focus my attention elsewhere.

A few minutes in and he extended his hand, placing a drink - that I didn't order - ahead of me. I couldn't stop my gaze from wandering over the tattoo spreading from his wrist up to his strong defined arm and disappearing under the rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt.

Jesus, is it suddenly hot in here or what?

I turned to him, my eyebrow raising, "I don't take drinks from strangers."

"I don't think we are strangers anymore," He looked like he's trying his best not to smile, "I mean I practically saw your upper body naked," He added teasingly, his gaze descending down to my shirt.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Stop looking at me like that!"

A beautiful smile curved his lips as he looked at my eyes again, his stare no longer teasing and it reminded me of someone before he extended his hand forward, "Christian."

Christian.

He does look like a Christian.

I couldn't help but stare at his extended hand for a full second, my eyes focused on his tattoo and tracing the dangerous type of art the ink permanently created over his skin. It was all intertwined, drawings and words that I couldn't understand.

I extended my hand forward and placed it in his, and for the first time since ever, I felt a jolt of electricity go all the way to my core, "Lilly."

Shivers rolled through me when he squeezed my hand with a powerful grip, "You've got a nice name there, Lilly."

I sank into the deepness of his voice and the richness of his British accent, "And you've got a nice accent there, Christian."

My comment lightened up his beautiful eyes and he stared at me for sometime before he cleared his throat, "So, Lilly," Oh wow, my name with the accent rolled off his tongue so beautifully, "Is that a short for something, I mean you Americans have the weirdest of names."

"Hey!" I said, offended, "Don't say you Americans, for your info, I've got British blood in me as well."

"Really?" He asked, eyebrows pulling closer.

I nodded, "Yes, on my mother's side," I took a sip from the glass of martini he placed for me and carried on, "And to answer your question, officially, my name is Leya, but everyone just calls me Lilly."

His eyebrows pulled closer in confusion, "Why?"

I shook my head, "I really have no idea," I mumbled, "It just started like this and now no one ever calls me Leya."

"When I say you Americans are weird, don't be offended." He mumbled in amusement and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Leya is a really nice name by the way," He added as he looked ahead of him. Taking a sip of his drink he mumbled, "I like it."

I couldn't stop myself from staring at his side profile, he's got that face that you just have to pause and stare at for some time, trying so hard to find a flow but you find none. His hair was of a light brown color, intertwined with strands that seemed to have a dirty blonde tone. His hair looked so delicate and smooth and I immediately found myself imagining how would it feel to run my hands through it...the thought alone had me turning my face away.

What's wrong with me?

For the past two years, even the past three years, no guy ever grabbed my attention. All those at my classes and all the guys that hit on me and asked me out, never for once did I feel the least bit attracted to any of them.

The excitement I once lived with Chase was gone when he left. I recently came to the realization that I might not have it ever again. That he has ruined me for everyone else.

But now, the mere presence of this stranger beside me ignited in my chest a need I thought that I no longer crave for.

"So, Leya," Christian said, breaking through my thoughts and my head snapped to him, "Don't call me that," I shook my head, "Like I said, I don't like it, just call me Lilly."

He nodded, his eyes studying mine, as if trying to figure something out. His smile wasn't there anymore, and without it, he looked different, almost intimidating.

The silver shade in his eyes felt like a raging sea before the first ray of light touches its waves, and at the moment I warned myself, I woke up the logical part of my brain and shouted; you're not ready Lilly, you're definitely not ready to sink again.

You did once and it only ruined you.

You shouldn't.

You made a promise, so tread carefully.

"So Lilly," He stressed out my name, "What brings you to my country?"

My eyebrow raised, challenging, "What makes you think I am just gonna answer every question you ask?"

His smile came back and a faded dimple showed at the side of his cheek, "And here I thought we were getting to know each other."

I shook my head, "Not even close, stranger."

I could swear his smile grew wider, he liked the challenge, "I still know your name," He shrugged, "You can know quite a lot by only someone's name."

I took another sip of my drink and stated, "You still don't know my last name though."

"You sure about that?" He teased, "Ms. Lilly Dolan, born in LA, and oh I didn't know you were a Virgo-"

I almost choked on my drink before I whipped my head toward him, he had my ID card in his hand, reading through it. My eyes widened and he waved the card in front of me, "You should be more careful with your belongings Ms. Dolan, it can be quite dangerous."

I snatched the card out of his hand, "How did you...when did you-"

"When you spilled the drink and stood up, it fell from your purse," He said like it's so normal, "I picked it up, and took a peek." He gave me a wink, "You're lucky you can trust me."

"I am not so sure about that," I grated out as I placed my ID back inside my purse and made sure it's closed well this time.

I looked back at him and huffed, "So you knew my name from the beginning?"

He nodded, "Exactly," He said, proudly.

"Seriously?" I shot out in disbelief. No wonder he asked if Lilly is a nickname, he already had seen my name.

He gave me an innocent shrug, "Couldn't help it, I just love the game."

I scoffed and a low chuckle vibrated from his chest, "I am sorry, I am just in a really good mood today, and you happened to be there."

I looked back at him, "What made your mood so good Mr. Christian, I could use some of that in my life right now."

"Just got a really good news about my job, that's all," His smile was genuine, it was charming, "It's just something I was waiting for since ever."

Job? He does look older than me. He can't be at the beginning of his twenties like me, he looks more at the end of them, if I have to put an age on him, I'd say twenty-seven, give or take.

"And what puts you in a bad mood?" He asked, curious.

I sighed, "I just wanted to have fun tonight," I traced the edge of the empty glass and mumbled, "Then some jackass showed up, made me spill my drink, stole my ID, and is still taunting me."

He chuckled before I saw him get to his feet, I turned my head to see his hand extended, "Come with me."

I stared at him dumbfounded, "Come where?"

"You said you want to have some fun," He explained, "I can show you fun."

I shot him a glare and bluntly stated, "I am not going to your place."

He chuckled, "Not that," he licked his lips, "On the other side of the street, the same bar's owner has a club and the DJ there is my friend, he makes some really good music, it'll be fun, I promise."

My eyes narrowed at him, "I am not going with you, you are a-"

"Stranger?" Amusement flickered in his eyes, "Still, you look like someone who would take a risk," His head tilted a bit, still studying me, "There is something in you that reminds me of myself."

My eyebrow raised, "Reminds you of yourself?" I said with a snark, "Dude, you just met me."

"I know," he didn't shy away, "But I believe in the saying that it's all in the eyes," He inched closer, crowding me, "And I can see it in your eyes, there is an adventurous wild girl in you, but you're trying so bad to suppress her down," His eyes looked so deep into mine, this time the silver in them looked a lot like shackles, ones that could easily bind me down, "Don't. Just let it go," He urged, "Let her go."

His words spoke loud and clear. Even though I just met him, but he spoke the truth. I keep trying to suppress that part of me down. It seemed that part of me only existed wherever Chase was. That storm reveled in his calmness, because Chase could easily tame that part down, and without him, I feel that I would just get lost if I let go. I kept guarding and trying to take control but to what end?

Now, as those silver-blue eyes mischievously challenged me, I thought that it's maybe okay to let go and get lost again.

My gaze drifted down to my see-through shirt, "What am I gonna do about my shirt though?"

His eyes went there and he smiled, "I've got a jacket in my car, you can borrow it."

I didn't think, I just placed my hand in his, letting him take the lead. It was reckless and dangerous and at the moment, I so liked that. He pulled me outside to the street and paused by the side of what I suppose is his car. He opened it to get the jacket as I sucked into a deep gulp of air, inhaling and exhaling, all while letting go.

He wrapped the jacket around me, it felt heavy and like a warm hug in the late-night breeze, it was coated in his manly breathtaking scent. It felt good and my brain couldn't help but imagine how would it feel if, in the jacket's place, his actual body was wrapped around me.

Shit, Lilly, stop. I immediately shook that thought away, I swallowed hard as I looked down and zipped it up, covering the mess that is my shirt.

"I look terrible," I mumbled, pouting at my current state.

I lifted my eyes to Christian and he cracked a smile, "No, you don't," He said shaking his head, his voice lower and gentle, and even with the warmness, I shivered again.

He cleared his throat and looked at the other side of the street, "Shall we?"

I hesitated for a second, maybe it's better if I just go home, but the part in me that decided to let go pushed harder and I nodded my head, "We shall."

Inside the club, it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks, and gold. The music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies. It was too loud and too crowded, but Christian's hand wrapped over my wrist and pulled me away from the crowd, toward the other end.

We walked till we reached a door guarded by two big guys, they smiled at Christian and said something that I couldn't hear. Their eyes drifted to me, before they gave us space and we walked inside.

The music's loud tones decreased level by level as we walked inside to what I suppose is the VIP room. It was less crowded and fancier than the whole club, it had a bohemian, irreverent-attitude-to-life style with plenty of comfortable leather seating, all while the soft pink and purple lighting effects created a kind of relaxing atmosphere.

Christian headed to one of the couches which was already occupied by a group of people, around three guys and two girls. Once they spotted him, one of the guys stood up, "Oh, here is the man of the hour," he cheered with a whistle and Christian chuckled as they all stood up and said things like congratulations and whatnot.

This must be about the job news he told me about.

The first guy who talked looked at me in amusement, "Oh, and he brought a pretty girl with him as well," He extended his hand toward me, "Louis," He introduced himself and I shook it, "Lilly."

"She's cute," Louis commented.

"Don't let her trick you," Christian said back, his eyes on me, "She called me a jackass when she first saw me."

My eyebrow raised, "He totally deserved it, by the way."

Louis chuckled, "I think I like her," He said, "You're American, aren't you?" He asked, detecting the accent, "Joe's girl here is American as well," He pointed at one of the girls, who was standing by a guy who I suppose is Joe.

She gave me a sweet smile, "Stacy," She said and I returned the smile, "Nice to meet you."

After Christian finished introducing them to me, we both sat down on the opposite seat from across from them, with him sticking to my side, my leg pressed right against his, and his arm went over the couch, behind my back, but still not touching.

One of the bartenders came with glasses and a bottle of champagne, they opened it up and handed each one of us a glass.

"So, what are we celebrating exactly?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Well, this boy over here graduated, and we never thought he would," Louis answered, pointing at Christian, apparently being sarcastic.

I sipped on my champagne glass and reveled into the bubbles that exploded on my tongue with a standing flavor that is both smooth and rich, exotic even.

"So, how long have you been here?" Louis asked.

"Two years."

"Oh cool," He commented, "Considering you've stuck around that far, it's safe to say you like it."

I nodded and placed the glass in front of me, "I actually do."

"Then be aware, we might steal you from your country and keep you here forever," He winked at me.

"He kept saying that to me, you know," Stacy interjected, "Till he set me up with Joe and actually locked me down here."

I smiled as Joe gave her a knowing stare, his eyebrow raising, "I don't see you complaining."

The conversation went on and on, mostly them getting to know me. Even though they said Christian is the man of the hour, at the moment it felt more like it was me. It was refreshing though, they were all so fun to talk with and I found myself laughing on many occasions. The other girl who's name is Alisha is also dating the other guy named Cobey. They had to leave early though, so they excused themselves leaving the rest of us five.

Music started playing, Stacy dragged her boyfriend to the stage and Louis disappeared somewhere so I was left alone with Christian again. I turned to him, "Your friends are fun," I commented.

He nodded, the smile never left his face since we entered here, "Yeah, they're the best."

I turned my body so I can face him, "I really have no idea what promotion you got, but congrats."

His head tilted to the side, eyeing me before he placed his hand forward, "Dance with me?"

I placed my hand in his again and nodded, "Since you're the man of the hour, I can't say no."

He gripped my hand firmly in his and lead me to the dance floor. The music played so beautifully, and I danced. He danced. We all did. Louis had picked up some girl and he would come and purposely push us away so he could take our spot. We danced and we laughed. I haven't laughed like this in so long. I danced and I let go. I let go of my fears, of my guilt, of the pain, and of whatever was holding me back all these past years.

In the flashes of red and blue effects, I could only see his beautiful eyes and mischievous smile. It was thrilling; the thought that I might not see these people ever again, the thought that I might never cross paths with Christian, that this type of fun was meant for only tonight. I was totally okay with that.

I was okay with everything this night, nothing felt impossible or with restraints. I was okay with letting go and tomorrow, when the sun comes up, I can go back to my real life again.

Exhaustion weighed me down, Christian noticed and took us back to sit on the couch. I heaved out a breath as I slumped down, my eyes closed for a second as I rested the back of my head against the couch, "Thank you," I mumbled, feeling him right by my side, "I really had fun."

My eyelids glided open and I turned my head toward him. He was already staring back at me, the hint of a smile still over his delicious lips.

As if reading my thoughts, his gaze drifted down to my lips, they lingered there for the longest time before they went back to my eyes, and he asked, his tone intense, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yeah," I surprised myself with how fast I answered, without any hesitations or doubts.

He was desperately waiting for that word to leave my mouth because all I felt after was his hand press against the back of my neck, pulling me closer till his lips crashed against mine and fireworks exploded in my chest.

I gasped at the sensation that I've missed and he swallowed down my gasp, his hand hooked under my chin, angeling my face as he deepened the kiss. I was high, on the alcohol I consumed, on the fun I just had, on the excitement of letting go and on him and how good he tasted.

It never crossed my mind I could feel something like this again. I am probably going to regret this tomorrow but I didn't care. I didn't want to care. My fingers moved against his cheek, and my knees went totally limp, it was an advantage I was sitting down. My pulse raced as he pulled tightly against his body. He groaned when my fingers wandered through his hair, feeling their softness.

Everything about this kiss was familiar; his tender lips, his urgent kiss, the softness of his hair, it was all familiar to the point that it was so wrong. So terribly wrong to kiss someone and think of another. To imagine those hands around me belong to someone else just because they feel the same. I kissed him back with the intensity I would've kissed Chase with after all these years.

It was wrong and I felt tears pricking my eyes, but I stopped them. I wanted wrong. Just like he said, that wild girl in me needed to let go.

I didn't want to pull away but I did, "Woah," Christian said, his hazed eyes on my lips, and before he could pull me in again, I surprised us both by saying, "You said your place isn't far from here?"

Shocked grey eyes drifted to mine and he nodded, "A couple of blocks away."

"Cool," I nodded, my hand landed on his, pulling him up with me, "Then, let's go."

As if too shocked to understand, he let me lead him outside this time. Once we reached his car, I was the one to attack, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and back to my lips, he groaned at the sudden move and pressed my back against his car, his hand landed beside my face and returned my feverish kiss.

"You're something else, aren't you?" He mumbled into my lips, taken aback by my attempt to make the first move.

He placed his hand over my shoulder, stopping me for a second, "Hold on," He said and eyed me skeptically, "How drunk are you?"

I shook my head, "Believe me, I am fully aware of what I am doing," The alcohol just helped me let go.

He nodded, satisfied before he opened the door, "Get in," He ordered, growing impatient as well.

True to his words, his place was so near, we didn't even need the car. We entered the building, kissed again in the elevator, continued the kiss up against his apartment's door as he struggled to unlock it.

And once inside, time slowed and sped, between frantic hungry kisses and clothes being taken off, between struggling to reach the bedroom without breaking our kiss and knocking a vase off to the ground, between reaching his room and feeling his mattress press against my bareback...between this and that, I broke a promise I made three years ago.

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I groaned from the tapping sunlight against my skin, I wanted to open my eyes but they felt so heavy. I wanted to moan at the throbbing pain hammering against my skull. I keep my eyes closed as I drank in the feedback of what happened last night.

The bar. Christian. The club.

Christian.

My eyes snapped open immediately and I became fully aware of the strong arms wrapped around me and the warm hard chest plastered against my back. My eyes drifted around the bedroom walls, and drank into the simple design of everything in it.

On a low exhale, I slowly and ever so carefully tried to remove his arm from over me, all while trying to slip out of the bed and away from his embrace. It took quite some time and precision to achieve my task without waking him up.

When I was free, I picked up my underwear and pants and decide to search for my shirt outside the room because it's nowhere in sight around here.

My gaze fell onto Christian's peaceful face and I smiled, a low sigh parted my lips and I mumbled, "You're too hot to just be a one-night stand," I shrugged, talking with myself, "But, that's all you'll be."

I am totally aware of everything I did, but for now, I decided not to think about it. Not to analyze it yet. I have enough time to overthink and sink back into my regret.

I leaned closer and pulled the blanket over his body, "It was nice meeting you, Christian," I whispered before I backed away and made my escape.

I found my shirt thrown in the corridor and wore my clothes. I noticed that the stain is still pretty persistent over my shirt. At this moment, I couldn't help but smile, his soda club theory didn't work very well I guess.

I picked up my purse and ever so slowly closed the door behind me and left. I remembered how close his house was to the bar, so I walked there, got into my car and drove back home.

I stood by my apartment's door and pulled into a deep long breath, the reality of last night now crashing on me, it felt like a heavyweight over my shoulder, a one that won't go away anytime soon.

I gulped down before I unlocked the door, and I tried to be as silent as possible as I got in, hoping not to get caught.

Just as I was about to walk toward my room, Sally cleared her throat behind me. I huffed out and turned around, realizing that all of my attempts went to waste.

Her eyebrow raised, "I see you're making the infamous walk of shame," She held me with a stern glance and crossed her arms over her chest, "Where were you, young lady?"

My shoulders slumped down, "I think I...I think I just had a one-night stand."

Sally's eyes widened before a smile broke down her face, "Awww, you lost your one-night stand virginity," She walked closer to me and placed her arm over my shoulder, "I am so proud of you."

I looked at her and allowed myself feel it all, my throat closed up as that heavyweight pressed deeper and deeper against my chest, I tried to hold back but failed as one lone tear left my eye.

Sally's expression fell at my sudden state and worry tightened her brows before I felt her arms wrap around me, "Oh, Lilly," She mumbled in understatement and I hugged her back, my arms tightly wrapped around her and I buried my face into her shoulder, "What did I do?" I mumbled through my tears and Sally pulled back right away.

She shook her head, "You didn't do anything wrong," She assured me, "Two years ago you told him that you wanted to move on, you told him that he should move on too, so you have the right to live your life," She explained, "Isn't that why you wanted to come here, so you can move on? So you can be you?"

I nodded, but it still hurts, "I just miss him." I know it's partially my fault. I am the one that pushed him away. I am the one that avoided any chance of seeing him over the past years.

She wiped at my cheeks and nodded, "I get it," She said, "But why then you ended it with Chase, if you're not gonna actually move on?"

I shrugged, "I...I don't know."

"What would you do?" I asked.

"I wouldn't stop myself from enjoying the chances life is throwing at me," She said, "And if you and Chase are meant to be together, then, in the end, you will, there is no need to just wait." She shook her head, "Just let things work out the way they are supposed to, stop overthinking everything you do."

Everyone is telling me to let go of myself. Maybe, maybe I really should.

I wiped at my cheeks and Sally pulled me into my room, "Now, since I know how hard you are to please, tell me about this guy, who is he? Where did you meet him? And is his dick any good?"

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her words, and I sat down, "I met him at the bar where you ditched me," She smiled cheesily at that, "He is like super hot, and he is older than me."

"Ohhh," Sally whistled, "Older, that's hot."

Her eyebrow raised, "And the sex?"

I threw my head on the pillow, "Perfect," I said and she bursted laughing before she laid down beside me, she nudged my arm, "Now, that's my girl."

I shrugged, "Still, I will probably never see him again."

Oh, how wrong I was.

************

Next day...

"Ugh, sorry I am late," Sally mumbled on a heavy exhale as she sat down beside me on the desk, she placed two big books in front of me, "But my previous course was all the way on the other side of the campus."

I shook my head and twirled the pen in my hand, "It's okay, the class didn't even start yet."

"I am so not ready for a new semester," Sally groaned and pressed her forehead against the desk. I placed my head on top of my arms as well, and closed my eyes. It's first day and I am already sleep-deprived.

The others in the hall whispered that the professor has arrived and everyone scattered around randomly before I heard the door close and footsteps echoed into the big hall.

"Hello everyone, and welcome to class MBA 591, I will be delivering this course this semester and-" My eyes widened at the familiarity of the voice and I shot my head up, my eyes falling at no one but him.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

Oh no, oh no no no...

Shit.

"Sally, Sally," I whisper-yelled, my hand pushed at her arm, my eyes only at Christian, standing there in the middle of my class, looking absolutely the opposite of the man I saw at the bar. No rolled-up sleeves, no tattoos showing, his hair slicked back neatly, his black dress shirt hugged his body perfectly and his tone professional.

He didn't look like the guy who'd hit on you in a bar.

He didn't look like the man I danced with, kissed, and slept with.

It wasn't till now that I understood what they were celebrating. Louis said he graduated, Oh god, he meant this, he meant...fuck!

"Sally!"

"What? what?" She asked, sleepily.

"I think...I think I slept with our professor." I am panicking. I am so panicking.

Her eyes widened and they drifted to Christian as he went on and on introducing our course, "Already?"

I shot her a glare, "He's the guy from the bar!" I hissed at her, I expected my voice to be low, it was low, but in the silent hall where no one was speaking but Christian, it was enough to grab his attention all the way back to me.

His eyes fell on mine, sitting all the way in the back and he stopped talking mid-sentence. For a few seconds, he froze in apparent shock, his eyes growing wide, both of us not expecting to see the other.

He tried to recover from his shock right away as a couple of heads turned my way, noticing the obvious tension that stirred in the atmosphere. He cleared his throat and turned around, heading for his table.

And I swear I saw him mouth the word Fuck under his breath.

I facepalmed.

Way to go, Lilly. Way to go.

I asked the universe for something.

And the universe gave me my professor.

Thank you, universe.

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Do you still think that Christian is Nik#2? xD

So, whatcha ya think? Any expectations? Any first impression on our new guy?

Also, I will be updating "Unraveling him" soon, I love it when I am on a roll xD

Love ya all!