Chapter 106
**Sara**
I fumbled with my keys, struggling to unlock the door as Tom pressed close behind me. His breath tickled my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Finally, the lock clicked, and we stumbled into my darkened apartment.
"Home sweet home," I muttered, flicking on the lights. The soft glow illuminated Tom's face, his eyes dark with desire.
"So," I said, tossing my keys onto the side table. "What was that you were saying about revenge earlier?"
"Oh, I haven't forgotten. I've been plotting my vengeance with great care."
I laughed, leaning against the wall, my arms crossed. "You? I'm not convinced you can keep up with me."
His brow arched, lips twitching into a smirk. "And what makes you say that? After everything we've done, you still doubt me?"
"You're just a regular guy," I replied teasingly. "A professor with a wealthy family—not much else going on."
Tom's eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint dancing in them. "Is that what you think? Allow me to enlighten you."
He strode past me, his shoulder brushing mine as he went to the kitchen. I heard the fridge door open, followed by the clink of glass. Curiosity piqued, I sauntered after him.
"What are you up to?" I called out.
Tom emerged from the kitchen, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. "Proving you wrong, of course."
He settled onto my couch, stretching his long legs out in front of him. The sight of him, so at ease in my apartment, sent a thrill through me.
"Well?" I drawled, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm waiting to be impressed."
Tom patted the spot next to him. "Come here, you impertinent minx."
I sashayed over, making a show of it. I plopped beside him and asked, "So where's this revenge you promised? I'm starting to think it was all talk."
"Patience, my dear. I've been carefully orchestrating this moment." He set the wine bottle and glasses on the coffee table and faced me.
"I know you think I'm just a stuffy old professor, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. "And I intend to prove it to you."
"By all means, enlighten me."
Tom picked up the wine bottle, uncorking it with a flourish. "First, let me pour you a drink." He carefully filled the two glasses, the deep red liquid glinting in the soft light.
Instead of handing me a glass, he brought it to his lips and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving mine. I watched, transfixed, as his throat worked, the wine disappearing.
"Mmm," he murmured, licking his lips. "Excellent vintage." Then, with a devilish grin, he held the glass out to me. "Your turn."
I took the glass from Tom, our fingers brushing. The wine's rich and intoxicating aroma wafted up. I locked eyes with him as I took a sip, letting the flavor roll over my tongue.
"Mmm, you're right. It is good," I purred, licking a stray drop from my lips.
Tom's eyes darkened as he followed the movement of my tongue. He reached for the bottle again, refilling both our glasses.
"Another round?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Why not? We're celebrating, after all."
"And what exactly are we celebrating?"
He clinked his glass against mine. "The fact that I'm about to prove you very wrong."
We drank deeply, the wine warming my insides. Tom's free hand reached my thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. I leaned into him, inhaling his scent – a heady mix of cologne and something uniquely him.
I set mine down as we finished our second glass and turned to face him fully. "So, Professor," I drawled, "ready to show me these tricks up your sleeve?"
He set his glass down with a soft clink, then stood up abruptly. "Actually, I think I'll be heading out now."
I blinked, sure I'd misheard him. "What?"
"You heard me," he said, straightening his shirt. "I've got an early class tomorrow. Wouldn't want to be late."
My jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right?"
He glanced at his watch. "Nope. It's getting late, and I need my beauty sleep." He winked at me. "See you in class tomorrow."
I scrambled to my feet, nearly knocking over the wine glasses hastily. "What the hell? You can't just leave like this!"
He was already heading for the door, a spring in his step. "Oh, can't I? I thought I was just a regular guy, after all. Wouldn't want to keep you from your beauty sleep either."
I followed him, my cheeks flushed with wine and indignation. "But... but what about your revenge? What about proving me wrong?"
Tom paused at the door, facing me with a smirk that made my knees weak. "Oh, I think I just did. Sweet dreams. Try not to think about me too much."
And with that, he was gone, leaving me standing in my doorway, mouth agape and body thrumming with unfulfilled desire.
"That bastard," I muttered, slamming the door shut. I stomped back to the couch, flopping down with a huff. The wine glasses sat there, mocking me with their half-empty state.
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