Towards the Sun
She licks her lips and checks her reflection on his car window. This is the point where she should have said no. Instead, she had carefully pulled the handle and opened the door, sliding in with as much elegance, grace and maturity she can summon.
“You wanted this. You wanted this from day one”
The stinging on her cheeks makes everything more vivid. His hand is under her skirt.
“The department told me you want to work as a research assistant?”
She recalls the way the sun fell warmly on his face and how her heart skipped a beat when he smiled as he asked her to close the door behind her.
“Room 1201 sir, have a good stay”
He leads her through corridors, still holding her hand. She has never done this before.
“What time did you get here last night? I was up until twelve…”
She always thought that her roommate was jealous. He wasn’t called ‘Professor Fuck Me’ for nothing.
“It doesn’t feel like you don’t want this”
Everything hurt. She wanted to disappear.
“Ah, it’s eleven. I always forget the time when you’re here”
It couldn’t have been just her. But she had been so afraid of reading too much into it. He had a Ph.D. and was only 27. Why would he be interested in her?
“Stop? Lia, you came here willingly”
He is on top of her, his fingers wrapped painfully around her wrists. This is when she stops kissing back.
“If you want, I can give you lift. It’s my fault you’re going home this late anyway”
He had turned the radio on. They discussed pop culture. He turns right two blocks too early. She licks her lips again but for a different reason. Her fingers curl on the edges of her gray skirt, barely reaching her knees.
“You don’t show up at my office on Monday, you fail. It’s that simple, Lia”
He runs his fingers through her hair so tenderly and he wipes her tears with an exquisite replica of love.
“Come on”
He holds out his hand. She blushes as she takes it and is elated when he does not let go as he crosses the street. He leads her into an alley and into a building.
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