Ours- Book 2

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Aren't You..


I woke suddenly, sitting bolt upright in bed. Instantly his arms were around me, his voice soothing me.

The nightmares were rarer than they were before, but when they came they were terrifying.

I grabbed the glass of water beside my bed and gulped, as though it would wash away the memories.

'Im so sorry baby. ' he mumbled from behind me, as I turned to gaze at him. His blond hair shimmered in the moonlight that stole in through the window, sadness written all over his face.

'Angel, you saved us. I just sometimes can't get his face out of my mind. ' I shuddered as I climbed back into bed beside him, feeling safe as he kissed the top of my head.

'I'd do it again, in a heartbeat. I will always protect you mio amore.'

'I love you.'

I felt myself slip into a restless sleep as he held me tightly, whispering that he loved me back.

When I woke the next morning, he was gone. I reached across the bed, the empty sheet cold now that he was gone. I grabbed my phone to see a text from him.

'Morning beautiful. Had some stuff to do today, sorry I left you. You're fucking stunning by the way. Wear a bin bag to school today. I love you. '

I grinned as I swung my legs out of bed, showering quickly. I threw on my skinny jeans and one of Cals many t shirts he left here, closing my eyes as his scent washed over me. Feeling closer to him, I slicked on some lip gloss and mascara and grabbed my backpack.

It didn't take to long to get to class, meaning I had time to grab a coffee on the way.

'Hey, weren't you in my psychology lecture last week?' I heard a deep voice ask, as I turned to see Professor Creed gazing at me with his chocolate brown eyes. I smiled broadly as I nodded enthusiastically.

'Yes! I was, it was amazing. I feel like I learned so much from you.' I gushed, aware I was speaking rapidly.

He raised his eyebrows in amusement as I heard the barista asking for my order in an irritated tone. I sticky ordered my usual, making sure to ask for extra shots of the sugar free caramel syrup. I smiled shyly as Professor Creed placed a blueberry muffin on the side, before ordering his espresso to go. I sneaked a glance at him, aware he was very attractive for an older man. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, grey braces attached to his trousers. His dark brown eyes were framed by thick reading glasses, his jet black hair slicked back. He smiled as he paid before catching my eye.

'What are you wanting to do when you graduate?' He asked, his eyes alight with intrigue.

'I want to be a therapist.' I answered firmly, having known all my life what I wanted to be. He nodded with approval, as he spoke.

'Really? What is it about therapy that attracts you?'

'I think it's the fact that I could be the only person that someone may see that day. That by simply listening to them, will ease their pain somewhat. I could make a difference to their life.'

'With that view, You will make a fantastic therapist. Don't ever give up.'

Our eyes met and I smiled, glancing away as I felt his eyes linger on me for slightly longer than necessary. I shook off the thought, realising my lack of experience with men made me feel like every one of them had an agenda. I blamed Cal for that, he was suspicious of every male on the planet having a plan to woo me.

'It was a pleasure to meet you. If you ever need any help at all, just get in touch.'

He held out a white embossed card, drawing my attention to the platinum wedding ring on his finger. I sighed with relief, mentally kicking myself for assuming he was checking me out. I examined the card and nodded gratefully.

'I sure will, thank you so much.'

He hesitated briefly before nodding on the direction of the coffee counter.

'Your latte is ready.' He pointed out with a low chuckle as I whirled around, colliding with a woman in a suit who stared at me haughtily.

'Im so sorry-' I began as she glared at me before walking away. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as I smiled an awkward goodbye to the Professor, making my way out of the coffee shop and onto the busy street. I realised my heart was racing.

What was wrong with me? I'm not skittish or clumsy normally. I shrugged, sipping my latte in delight as I made my way to my first class.

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