“Well then-” Professor Richardson stands up from the loveseat, “I think it time for me to be heading off to bed.”
He closes the distance between the loveseat and the couch where Amal and I still sat. Leaning down he tenderly kisses Amal’s cheek, her dark almond eyes glimmering at me while he does.
“Goodnight, my Love.” Amal silkily coos, turning her focus away from me and staring deep into Professor Richardson’s eyes. They smile sweetly at each other. My cheeks grow warm watching the interaction, feeling like I witnessing a moment that should be private. I giggle awkwardly. They both turn and look at me, smiling coyly. Professor Richardson leans towards me, my heart quickens ever so slightly as he does, his mouth gets intimately close to my neck…
“We’re so glad you could join us.” He whispers into my ear, his breath hot as he speaks. He’s so close I can smell him. He’s somehow managed to smell clean but earthy… a scent that could only be defined as fucking intoxicating. I feel my face grow even warmer as he then kisses my cheek, daringly close to the crook of my lips. He holds the kiss for a second, but that second feels like minutes. I’m surrounded by his scent, enamored by the feeling of his stubble lightly scraping against my cheek. I’m so overwhelmed it takes me a moment to realize he has pulled away, and now looks down on me with a soft smirk.