Cuff Me

The force of all that sexiness hit me right then. There was no ignoring or pushing it to the side.

I was sensible to a fault according to some but all my senses went right out the window then. Hormones that had been dormant for almost five years flared to life and I could remember his intimate touch so clearly is was like those five years hadn’t passed.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed Wyatt’s entrance or his attractiveness.

The female students all perked up, smiles at the ready and trying to subtly fix their hair and clothing before he looked their way.

I caught a growl in my throat, barely suppressing the sound.

Being Wyatt’s girlfriend had brought out an unexpected streak of jealousy in me and it seemed to have reawakened with his reemergence in my life.

I moved to turn away, angry with myself for reacting so strongly to him still when his eyes landed on me. There was no turning away from his gaze. The heat of it brushed my skin like a physical touch.

Electri

city raced up my back and made the hair at the nape stand on edge.

Wyatt’s grin was slow and knowing as if he knew exactly how my body was betraying me. My cheeks became hot and I knew they were red.

He said something to the guys he came in with.

Without waiting for an answer from them, he sauntered over to where I sat and took the seat next to me without invitation.

He never looked at those other women preening for his attention. I noticed one of them sending me a dirty look from the corner of my eye.

Go ahead girlfriend, been there done that. Not going down that road again.

At least that’s what I was telling myself. Or trying to.

More students suddenly rushed in and the professor came along with them. From then on, the atmosphere changed as everyone focused on the starting lecture.

I was able to tear my gaze away from Wyatt in the sudden bustle but he didn’t let me forget his presence like I wanted to.

The professor asked us to pair up in groups of two to work for the rest of the class.

Wyatt immediately scooted closer. He leaned toward me and his words feathered hotly against the skin of my neck when he said, “Told you, you aren’t going to get away that easy, partner.”

***

The class was a lesson in self-control and I was so very glad that I punched record on my phone because my concentration was shot.

The professor handed the groups each a sheet to complete as he lectured. We were to hand it back to him by the end of the class.

I tried to keep my focus on what the white-bearded man was saying. I really did. Just like I tried to take notes as the minutes went by as well as give my input on the answers to the handout.

However, the spicy scent of Wyatt’s cologne wrapped me in a fog of female want. I remembered that scent well. Late into the nights we used to spend together so long ago, I would put my nose against his neck and inhale a big whiff as we cuddled our way to sleep.

That same scent had clung to the huge shirts he gave me to sleep in and his hoodie when I borrowed it.

It had wrapped me in an invisible cloak of security and love.

I fought against the memories that scent invoked but it seemed like an uphill battle. I almost sighed in relief when the professor announced the end of the class.

Wyatt went up the professor’s desk to hand in our assignment and I took this as my opportunity to escape. I hurriedly stuck my belongings into my bag. Everything inside, I hopped out of my seat and rushed for the exit.

“Hailey,” Wyatt called but I ignored him.

In the hallway, I headed straight for the parking lot and my car. This was my last class for the afternoon and I had to pick Noah up from the daycare.