My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor Are you nervous?

Are you nervous?

Ezekiel was driving smoothly, his focus on the road, while I sat in the backseat, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew it was rude to sit back there, treating him like a mere driver, but I couldn’t bring myself to sit beside him. Not after last night. Not after knowing that he knew I had seen everything.

My gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of his eyes. Those long, thick eyelashes were almost unfair for a man to have. I bit my lower lip, feeling a warmth spread through me that I tried desperately to ignore. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, closing my eyes to block out the sight of him. But that only made it worse. His scent —intoxicating and eliciting —filled the car, wrapping around me like a blanket I couldn’t escape.

I sighed softly, squeezing my thighs together as if that would stop the flood of thoughts running wild in my mind. Thoughts that I knew were dangerous. Thoughts that I shouldn’t be having. When I first met Ezekiel, I think I had a harmless crush on him. He was handsome, charming, and confident —the kind of man any girl would notice. But after last night, after seeing him with my mom, that innocent crush had twisted into something darker, something I couldn’t shake off.

I tried to focus on something else, but all I could think about was him. The way he looked in the dim light, his strong, commanding presence, and the way his touch made my mother lose herself completely. My fingers found their way to my mouth, and I began chewing on my nails, a nervous habit I hadn’t been able to break since childhood.

‘I need to get out of my head,’ I thought desperately. ‘I need to go to a club, meet someone, make a boyfriend as soon as possible. Anything to get these thoughts out of my mind.’

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