Chapter Thirty
THIRTY
Micah
Jordan gawks at me through my phone screen, her eyes bulging out of her head. “You hooked up with Professor Douche Canoe in his office? During a snowstorm?”
“Stop calling him Professor Douche Canoe. I like him now.”
My sister closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Right, sorry. My brain is playing catch-up.” She looks at me. “And that wasn’t even the first time you hooked up?”
My face feels like it’s on fire. “Nope. It wasn’t.”
It’s a couple days after I hooked up with Aidan while snowed in on campus. My sister called for our usual FaceTime session and asked how things were going with Aidan…so I filled her in. On everything.
“Wow,” she says through a breath, eyes bright. She holds up a hand. “Just so I have everything straight—you had a hate hookup up with him after arguing with him one afternoon. And then you were trapped on campus with him during a snowstorm, you hashed things out, realized you actually like each other, and then hooked up again.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
She lets out a crazed laugh. “Micah, you legend.”
I burst out laughing.
“That’s an impressive one-eighty you managed.”
“Very funny.”
“In all seriousness, I’m happy for you. You went through a lot with Fuckface. You opened up to him about your ex, and he opened up to you about his dad. That’s honestly really sweet, how you two were able to be there for each other. If things are good now between you and Professor Douche—I mean, Aidan. Sorry. Then that’s all that matters. Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
My mind flashes back to that night on campus, how, other than our first time together, it was the hottest hookup of my life…and we didn’t even have sex.
But it was way, way hotter than any sex I’ve ever had.
I shiver when I think about the way he looked at me with that hungry gaze, like he was aching to devour me.
I think about how he showered me in compliments, how he raved about my body.
I think about how turned on he was watching me. I think about how hard he made me come with his mouth on my breasts and his fingers inside of me. I think about how hard he came for me…
And then I think about how sweet he was afterward, how he made a bed out of couch cushions for me, how he made sure I was comfortable. How tight he held me in his arms as I melted into his body and fell asleep.
Warmth pools in my chest. If I’m not careful, I could fall hard for Aidan…
But you won’t. Because you’re not interested in a relationship, remember? This thing with Aidan is just a casual good time. You both agreed to it.
That heat inside of me dissipates with that little reality check I’ve given myself.
This is exactly what happened with my ex, Ashton. I was smitten from the get-go, and I let myself get carried away. I fell hard for him, and then he shattered my heart.
I can’t let myself fall for another literary d-bag.
I halt that thought the instant it forms in my brain. Aidan’s not like Ashton—not even close. Yeah, we didn’t like each other at first, but we hashed things out and we apologized to each other. And now that I’ve gotten to know him—who he really is—I see how sweet and kind he is. He supports my writing and encourages me to keep at it. He’s a million times better than Ashton ever was.
That warmth puddles inside of me once more.
“So! Guess who almost got hit by a double-decker bus this morning because I forgot cars drive on the other side of the road here?”
I snap out of my thoughts and refocus back on the conversation with my sister.
“Crap, really? Are you okay?”
Jordan reassures me she’s fine. We chat for a couple more minutes before we end the call so she can go to bed.
When I set my phone aside, I grab my laptop, eager to write some fanfic inspired by the other night with Aidan.
When I finish, I read over it to make sure it sounds okay and there aren’t any typos. And then I post it.
Unlike the first two times I posted to Scribble Share, I don’t feel nervous. Just giddy and excited for people to read it. I’ve got a few hundred followers on the app already, just from my two posts. Pride swells in my chest knowing that there are people out there who actually enjoying my writing.
I navigate to my messages and type a quick message to Aidan aka ShakespeareInLust.
Hey. You were the inspiration for my latest post. Happy reading ;)
He mentioned that he’s hanging out with his brother tonight, so I’m sure it’ll be a while before he even sees my message or my post. Not even an hour later, my phone is blowing up with notifications from the app. I tap on the comment sections of my latest post to see what readers are saying.
Okay, I had no clue that mutual masturbation could be SO HOT
Y’all, I am on fire after reading this glorious smut
You just wrote the man of my dreams! Hot professor who’s amazing with his hands AND his mouth? Sign me up!
Hermia, you and ShakespeareInLust need to do a collab. Who else wants to read some dual POV sexy stuff from these two?
OMG yes pleaseeeee
Pretty please!
A million billion times yes!
I’m grinning so wide my cheeks are aching. Not only because of the amazing response from readers, but also at the idea of writing something with Aidan. I’d love that.
I tap on the comment and Reply.
I’m up for it :) What do you think, @ShakespeareInLust? Should we write something together?