Chapter 68
**Sara**
"Tom?" I squeaked, my voice embarrassingly high-pitched. "What are you... How did you... I mean, what?"
He chuckled, clearly enjoying my flustered state. "Eloquent as always, Sara."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I didn't," he said. "Believe it or not, I'm not actually stalking you."
"Could've fooled me," I muttered, then louder, "So what, you just happened to show up at the same party?"
Tom shrugged. "Small world, isn't it?"
I eyed him suspiciously. "Do you know Daniel?"
"Not really," he admitted. "But Sophia's my cousin. She begged me to come and said something about needing more 'responsible adults' here."
I snorted. "And she picked you? Clearly, she doesn't know you very well."
"I'll have you know I'm a very responsible adult."
"Oh really?" I leaned in, lowering my voice. "Is that why you're so eager to fuck your student?"
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was the tension that had been building between us for weeks. Either way, the effect was immediate.
Tom's eyes widened, and for once, he seemed at a loss for words. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy.
Finally, Tom cleared his throat. He reached past me, his arm brushing against mine as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter. Without a word, he poured himself a generous drink.
I watched as he knocked it back swiftly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. When he set the glass down, his eyes met mine again, and I saw something there that made my breath catch.
I felt a rush of heat creep up my neck as Tom's eyes roamed over me. The intensity of his gaze made me feel simultaneously exposed and exhilarated.
"You look absolutely stunning, Sara," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Tell me, did you get all dressed up for me? To meet after the party like we planned?"
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. "Don't get any dirty ideas, Tom. I'm not interested in... anything like that."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Oh? Then why the sexy dress?"
"For your information, I got dressed up for the birthday party. Not everything revolves around you, you know."
"Are you sure about that? Because I distinctly remember a certain conversation we had..."
"That was... different," I stammered, backing up until I hit the counter. "I wasn't thinking clearly."
"And now?"
"Now, I need to focus on my studies. After the party, I'm going home to hit the books."
Tom's lips quirked into a smirk. "Studying on a Friday night? Come on, Sara. Live a little."
"Hey, some of us actually care about our grades," I shot back, trying to ignore how good he smelled this closeup.
Tom moved even closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock pressing against me.
"Shall we go upstairs?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "No one's up there."
I felt like I was drowning in Tom's eyes, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. His suggestion to go upstairs sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
"No one's up there, huh?" I whispered. "And what exactly are you proposing we do up there?"
"I'm sure we could think of something... educational."
I surged forward before I could stop, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with weeks of pent-up tension and desire. My hands found their way to his hair, tugging him closer as I deepened the kiss.
Tom responded with equal fervor, his hands gripping my waist tightly. He backed me up against the counter, pressing his body flush against mine. I could feel every hard plane of his chest, every subtle movement of his muscles.
Our tongues danced, tasting, exploring. I nipped at his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from him that sent shivers down my spine. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I don't know how long we stood there, lost in each other. It could have been minutes or hours. All I knew was the feel of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely Tom.
Just as Tom's hand started to slip under the hem of my dress, a chorus of "Ooohs" erupted from the living room. We sprang apart like teenagers caught by their parents, both of us breathing heavily.
"Shit," I muttered, smoothing down my dress. "What the hell was that?"
Tom peered around the kitchen doorway. "Looks like Daniel's opening his presents. Quite the enthusiastic crowd out there."
I giggled, the absurdity of the situation hitting me. Here we were, making out like horny teenagers in the kitchen while a birthday party raged on just feet away.
"God, what are we doing?" I asked, running a hand through my now-mussed hair.
"Well, we were in the middle of something rather enjoyable before being rudely interrupted."
"Yeah, I bet you found it enjoyable."
"Oh, I most certainly did. But I have a feeling you enjoyed it just as much."
I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. He wasn't wrong, after all.
"So," he murmured, "your place or mine?"
I glanced around the kitchen, suddenly aware of how exposed we were. Anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us in a compromising position. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through me but also a jolt of panic.
"Yours," I blurted out. "Definitely yours."
"Really? I thought you were going home to hit the books after this."
"Oh, shut up. Are we going or not?"
"Oh, we're definitely going. And when we get to my place..." He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to make you scream so loud, the neighbors will think I'm murdering you."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Definitely a promise."
"Okay, hot shot. Here's the plan. You go first and wait in your car at the end of the street. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "Playing spy games now, are we? Why the cloak and dagger routine?"
"Because I'd rather not have Sophia or Daniel catch us sneaking out together like horny teenagers. I have some dignity left, you know."
"Ah, dignity. I remember that. Overrated, if you ask me," Tom chuckled. "But alright, I'll play along. Meet you at the end of the street in five minutes?"
"Make it ten," I said. "I need to make my excuses and grab my purse."
Tom nodded. "Don't keep me waiting too long."
"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Don't hold your breath or anything."
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