Academic Seduction (profxgirl)(wlw)

Chapter Thirty Five

(18+)

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room as I lay cocooned in the warmth of my dreams. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as a pillow collided with my face, jolting me from sleep and sending me tumbling to the floor with a startled yelp.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I glanced up to find Victoria hastily dressing, her back turned to me as she rummaged through her suitcase. Irritation surged through me at the unexpected awakening. "What the hell was that for?" I demanded, scrambling to my feet.

"We're going to miss our flight," she replied tersely, her focus fixed on finding a pair of pants.

As she turned, her movements fluid and graceful, I couldn't help but admire the curve of her silhouette. "Stop staring at my ass and dress," she quipped, her tone laced with amusement. Caught off guard by her sudden accusation, I flushed with embarrassment.

I balked at her words, incredulous that she could read my thoughts so effortlessly. "How did you...?" I began, trailing off as she answered my unspoken question with a knowing smirk. "I could feel your pervy gaze on me." She always had a way of seeing right through me.

Sighing in resignation, I retreated to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of sleep from my face. When I returned to the bedroom, Victoria darted past me, pausing only briefly to press a quick kiss to my lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

As Victoria disappeared into the bathroom, I hastily grabbed the first clothes within reach and began to dress, my fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers in my haste. Moments later, she emerged, her suitcase zipped shut and ready for departure.

With my hair hastily gathered into a messy bun, I turned my attention to the bed, where Victoria was already busy tidying up the covers. "What are you doing?" I inquired, puzzled by her sudden attention to detail, but nonetheless joining in to assist her.

"Tidying up," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact as she fluffed the pillows with precision.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her explanation. "But won't the cleaners take care of all this?" I questioned, my confusion evident.

Her response was a soft hum as she continued her task, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps," she conceded, "But I prefer things to be just so."

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she shot back, "Your bed begs to differ," before launching a pillow in my direction with surprising accuracy.

I let out a startled laugh, ducking just in time to avoid the incoming projectile. "Rude," I teased, retaliating with a playful throw of my own as the room filled with the sound of our laughter, a lighthearted moment amidst the flurry of morning preparations.

As we left the room, our steps quick and purposeful, we returned the keycard at the reception desk, our departure marked by polite thanks exchanged with the attendant.

With Victoria's hand guiding me, a reassuring pressure against the small of my back, we stepped out into the quiet streets. Her impatience was palpable as she ordered an Uber, her foot tapping a rhythm of anticipation on the pavement.

"I can't believe it's back to reality tomorrow," I lamented, the weight of impending normalcy settling heavy on my shoulders. A fleeting expression crossed Victoria's features, gone before I could decipher its meaning, replaced by a mere hum of acknowledgment.

It wasn't just the return to routine that weighed on me. While I cherished our clandestine moments together, the thrill of secrecy was beginning to wane. I yearned for more, to walk hand in hand with Victoria, to bask in the simple joy of public affection. But for now, we remained confined to the shadows.