Chapter 121
**Tom**
I stood in the kitchen, my robe barely clinging to my body as I fumbled with the coffee maker. Last night's events played through my mind like a highlight reel, causing a grin to spread across my face.
"Focus, Tom," I muttered to myself. "Coffee first, daydreaming later."
The aroma of freshly ground beans filled the air as I measured them into the filter. My hands, usually steady in the classroom, now trembled slightly. Was it the caffeine withdrawal or the lingering effects of Sara's touch? Probably both.
I grabbed two mugs from the cabinet, my mind drifting to the tangled sheets in the bedroom where Sara slumbered. The coffee maker gurgled and hissed, filling the kitchen with a comforting symphony.
Padding back to the bedroom, mugs in hand, I paused in the doorway. Sara lay sprawled across the bed, the sheet barely covering her curves. Her hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo, starkly contrasting the devilish things we'd done last night.
I set the mugs on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed. My fingers traced a lazy path along her spine, savoring the softness of her skin.
"Sara," I murmured, leaning close to her ear. "Your father's waiting for you."
She bolted upright, eyes wide and wild. "What? Where? How? Did you—" Her words tumbled out in a panicked rush.
"Relax, he's in the living room."
Sara's eyes widened to saucers. She scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the tangled sheets.
"You might want to put some clothes on first. Unless you're planning on giving your old man a heart attack."
She froze, her naked form silhouetted against the morning light. A blush crept up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. "I swear to God—"
"Hey, just trying to help. Wouldn't want you to scar your father for life."
Sara's eyes narrowed dangerously. She snatched her bra from the floor. "You're enjoying this way too much," she grumbled, fumbling with the clasp.
I leaned back against the headboard, savoring the view. "Can you blame me? Not every day I see a beautiful woman do the walk of shame in reverse."
She shot me a glare that could've melted steel. "Keep it up, Professor, and you'll be doing your own walk of shame to the couch."
I watched as she shimmied into her jeans, hopping on one foot as she struggled with the tight denim. Her blouse came next, buttons misaligned in her haste.
"How do I look?" she asked, fingers running through her tousled hair.
"Like you just rolled out of bed after a night of mind-blowing sex," I replied with a wink.
Sara's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. She swatted my arm playfully, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching, fighting a smile.
"You're impossible," she huffed, smoothing her blouse one last time. "Alright, let's get this over with."
I watched as she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and marched towards the bedroom door like a soldier heading into battle. The sight was both adorable and hilarious.
She yanked open the door and strode into the living room, her posture rigid with determination. I admired the view as I followed close behind.
I followed Sara into the living room, barely containing my amusement. The room was empty, save for the morning sunlight streaming through the windows.
She whirled around, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Where's my father?"
"Oh, he was just here a moment ago. Must've stepped out for a smoke or something."
"Tom," she growled. "Tell me the truth. Now."
"Alright, alright. You caught me. There's no father here. Just couldn't resist seeing you do that adorable little panic dance."
Sara's eyes flashed. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance between us, her hand connecting with my chest in a resounding smack.
"Don't. Play. With. Me." Each word was punctuated by another smack, though I noticed they grew progressively softer.
I caught her wrist mid-swing, pulling her close. "But playing with you is so much fun," I murmured, my lips brushing her ear.
She shivered, her breath catching. For a moment, I thought I'd won. Then she wrenched her hand free, fixing me with a glare that could've melted steel.
"Fun? You call giving me a heart attack fun?" She jabbed a finger into my chest. "I ought to make you sleep on the couch for a week."
"A week? That's awfully presumptuous of you. Planning on moving in already?"
"I'm not moving in, you insufferable man. And don't think you're off the hook for that little stunt. You're definitely getting punished for this."
"Punished, you say? And how exactly do you plan on punishing me? I'm all ears."
Sara's lips curved into a wicked smile, shivering my spine. She stepped closer, her body mere inches from mine. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. "But telling you would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"
"I've never been good with surprises," I croaked.
"Too bad," she whispered. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Unable to resist, I cupped her face and crushed my lips against hers. The kiss was electric, passionate, and far too lengthy to be considered decent. She melted into me, her body molding against mine like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.
My hands roamed her back, pulling her closer as our tongues danced. The taste of her, the feel of her soft curves pressed against me – it was intoxicating. I lost myself in the moment, forgetting about everything else in the world except for the woman in my arms.
When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Sara's eyes were glazed over with desire. "That was... wow," she breathed.
"Wow indeed," I agreed, my voice husky. "Still want to punish me?"
"Oh, absolutely. Let's postpone it for a bit. I have some other ideas in mind right now."
I grinned, pulling her closer. "I'm all ears. Care to share these ideas of yours?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Why don't I show you instead?"
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire in my veins. I was about to pull her closer when a memory flashed.
"Wait," I said, reluctantly putting some distance between us. "The coffee. We can't let it go to waste."
"Really, Tom? You're thinking about coffee right now?"
I grinned, unable to resist teasing her. "What can I say? I'm a man of simple pleasures. Besides, I made it especially for you. It'd be a shame to let it get cold."
"Fine. But this better be the best damn coffee I've ever tasted."
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