Chapter 23

I cried out a muffled cry when he then suddenly pressed forward and let his erection slip inside me, just a few inches, before he with a last push slid all the way in. I felt my inner walls stretching around him, felt my legs tremble as they tightened around his hips.

My eyes had closed on their own, and without my sight, I felt him kiss my neck softly as he pulled back, only to press deeply inside me again. I felt him pulsing inside me, touching all the places I needed him.

The moment my walls eased around him, he started moving steadily in and out of me, my body pressing up against the cold tiles with every thrust. Sounds left my mouth that I hoped the shower would drown out, but knew deep down they didn't. My hands clung to his shoulders and neck desperately, and my eyes remained pressed shut as I felt him stir me towards a climax. His body was moving harder and harder against mine, but with the same aggravatingly slow pace I couldn't fight.

My nails scraped down his shoulder blades when he pushed into me with a particularly deep thrust. I whimpered and gripped his hair, ripping at it as he slowly retracted before repeating the motion. He struck deep within me and made me spasm around him in response, my body sliding against the wet wall behind me with every movement.

My hips moved on their own and matched his pace, but every part of me was fighting the orgasm that was welling up inside me, the orgasm I had been waiting for hours now suddenly feeling wrong. I hadn't wanted it like this.

My breath evaporated when he then suddenly pinned me to the wall and supported me with his weight. I opened my shut eyes when I felt him grip my chin and turn my eyes towards his.

The eyes that met me weren't the same ones as before.

They were the same shade of dark, the same kind of control ruled them, but there was something else inside them now as he looked into mine and brushed his thumb against my bottom lip.

He wasn't fucking me.

I was right about my period. It arrived as scheduled in tact with my break on birth control and that explained a lot of my mood swings lately.

It was just hormonal.

I knew I had been crazy when I had started having those... well, you know what I mean. Plus, Harry was a one of a kind man. It took some getting used to, especially in a world of boys trying to act like men, it was refreshing to actually meet a real one.

Any girl with a pussy would get some trepidations from being in such a man's vicinity, am I right?

But the important thing to remember was, it wasn't real. What me and Harry had was just chemistry in the bedroom. And the office.. and the pool…… and the bathroom-the point was, we lived in different worlds, and being in his for a moment felt nice, but it wasn't going to last. I was here for barely one more month and then I was on to start my own life.

I was smart enough to know better than to catch... feelings. So thank the Lord it was just my hormones having a very literal bloody trip.

The whole week after the visit from Professor Havers, I spent mostly to myself again, working my way through my assignment.

Assignment number five was a real bitch and the math had stopped being fun a couple of days ago. Now it was just frustrating and annoying.

But that was all part of it, wasn't it.

However, for once, it seemed like I wasn't the only one having trouble with my math. Every time I had run into another dead-end in my assignment, I had come down to Harry's office to borrow another book to help me understand.

Each assignment held a list of books I could read if the material confused me, and until assignment number five, I hadn't actually went through almost the whole reading list.

There were ten books written down, each marked on a chapter and a paragraph that addressed the problem. I was on book number nine now and I still had trouble understanding the problem.

My problems, though, had caused me to have much more frequent trips down to his study to borrow the books, and almost every time, I found Harry standing in front of his blackboard or simply sitting in front of it with a deep frown and a concentrated stare. Once I had even walked in on him erasing a whole line in his answer, only to sit down and stare at the problem all over again.

I could tell he had met a kink in his math as well, and it strangely enough gave me hope about my own problem.

If he, a certified genius, could struggle as much as I did (granted with a much more difficult problem), then I felt better about myself, knowing it was okay to struggle sometimes.

It happened to everyone.

And wasn't that a whole life lesson.

The more time I spent trying to solve complicated math, I realized just how much mathematical problems could be applied to real life as well. Math taught you more than just math, and I was beginning to suspect that had been Harry's lesson all along.

The constant control I always saw from him when we were together... it was really discipline, wasn't it.

The very thing he had advised me to practice, I realized he had practiced for years himself and it was probably part of what made him the brilliant man that he was today. Math taught you commitment, how to work through frustration, how to overcome procrastination, and most importantly; it taught you confidence.

Nothing gave you more confidence than feeling smarter than you did yesterday.

And right there, we had Harry in a nutshell.

Shaking my head before rubbing my face, I sighed as I closed book number nine, after reading the chapter he had suggested in his notes. I had read it more than ten times, but it still didn't make sense.

On to book number ten it was, then.

It was now a whole week since Harry had had his little visit, and thankfully my period had left me in peace again and I had made it through my hormonal phase without doing something stupid.

I was back to my normal, fun self, even if my fun self currently found itself a bit exhausted from looking at numbers all day.

But I would make it to the next assignment, come what fucking may. Period.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was just past 11pm, and with a defeated sigh, I let my head drop into my bed. It was probably too late to go get the next book, but I knew I couldn't go to sleep before I had at least glanced at it and seen that maybe it could give me the last clue I needed.

Provided my last brain cells hadn't left me in protest.

So, with a reluctant swing of my legs, I got out of bed and grabbed my silk robe since tonight was a bit chilly. After donning it, I then headed out of my room and down the stairs, towards the room I had visited all too many times.

Coming to his door, I opened it and poked my head inside. I had moved past the point of knocking now. We had both seen each other in the most compromising positions, so I didn't think knocking was really necessary anymore. I mean, what more could there be to see that I hadn't seen already?

Walking into his office, I wasn't surprised to see that he was still awake at this hour, too. I wasn't sure exactly what time he usually went to bed, but lately he had been having long nights staring at his blackboard.

Tonight was no different.

Sitting in his chair behind his desk, his back was facing me as he silently stared up at his blackboard with what I knew was a concentrated mien. The only light on in the room was the small lamp on his desk, which was pointed at the papers laying on it.

The rest of the study was dark and covered in shadows from the tall bookshelves. Somehow I felt like they were staring at him, too, waiting for him to move.

"Hey," I softly said.

He seemed concentrated, and I didn't want to disturb, so I carefully approached him. He didn't reply to my greeting, but merely kept staring up at his blackboard. I stopped up beside him and laid my hand on his shoulder, only to be met by a tense shoulder that gave no way for my touch.

His eyebrows creased even more, and I furrowed my own before turning my eyes up at his blackboard as well.

I looked over chalk-written problem in the dim light and tried to see what he saw that made it so fascinating, yet so troubling. I saw nothing but absolute chaos, but in an intriguing and yet beautiful fashion, still. I wondered if he for once saw the same.

"You've been working on this problem for weeks," I noted, turning my eyes down to see his response.

His chin was rested in his hand which he supported on the edge of his chair. His tie, as always, had come undone, and his formerly pressed shirt was slightly wrinkled after a whole day's work and covered in splotches of chalk.

He even had a smudge right above his eyebrow.

I smiled a little and moved my thumb over it, removing it. His eyes finally flickered up to mine and looked at me with a raised brow as I showed him the white chalk dust on my finger.

"Sloppy," I shook my head, teasingly.

His lips twitched, but he then sighed. Rubbing a hand down his face, he then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, tiredly.

"Do you need anything?"

Did I need anything?

Suddenly the book I had come here for was forgotten. Instead, I watched the man in front of me and couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of empathy for his current state. He looked like someone who needed to unwind, but didn't know how to.

Luckily, I was an expert there.

"You're stuck on this, aren't you?" I said and walked up in front of him, looking at the blackboard.

"You can't figure it out?"

"Is that mockery I sense?"

I slowly smirked and looked over my shoulder to see him having raised an inquisitive brow at me.

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone you're human, too."

His lips twitched again before he tiredly closed his eyes once more. He looked about ready to pass out, but like me, couldn't put down his work. Seemed like we could both use a distraction.

Or a stimulant.