Leo

I quickly withdrew myself from Annabelle, once I caught Professor Warren's eyes. She retracted reluctantly, her face tilting up to see my expression.

"What?" She whispered, twisting around in my arms, following my gaze closely.

"Oh." Annabelle said softly, finally understanding, "I see."

Quickly, I averted my eyes as he walked past, hoping that he wouldn't notice. But, of course he did. He paused right next to us, his clear blue eyes fixated on both of us. Annabelle stepped away, glowering at him but his smile didn't fade.

"Annabelle. Leo. Glad to see you guys reunited," he spoke, nodding at both of us. His eyes lingered on mine before turning to Annabelle. His face softened as he looked at her. It was evident that he cared deeply for her and his paternal instincts were in full gear.

He offered her a tenuous smile. "Annabelle, please see me after. I'll drop you home after my conference. Would you like me to cook or are you planning to order something?" He asked, in that smooth, tranquil voice of his.

"Actually, Leo is coming over tonight, right?" she said stiffly, elbowing me in the ribs.

"Uh, what? Uh, yes, I mean, yes, sir, ma'am, I mean, yes, Annabelle, I'll be coming over," I stammered, unable to speak properly.

She stared smugly at Professor Warren, linking her arms with mine in a possessive manner. He nodded with a slight smile, his eyes crinkling agreeably.

"Not a problem at all. See you guys later."

He walked away, his broad back retreating. We stared after him and I admired his long legs in his tailored pants, his firm ass round and delicious–even the confident way he strolled was sexy.

He was a handsome man for his age, perhaps in his early thirties but it didn't stop me from checking him out from a distance. His fine, flaxen strands shone under the lights, and he had eyes just as pretty as Annabelle's but where hers was flecked with gray, his was a pure, azure blue. His lean frame just accentuated his height of over six feet and he had the sexiest stubble ever which made him...well, dashing.

"Stop drooling," she told me, with a knowing look. She didn't sound mad, but she looked irritated that I couldn't help myself. And knowing what was the cause of our breakup, I did not blame her one bit.

"Stop elbowing me, punk," I shot back good-naturedly, poking her side. She squealed, slapping my arm immediately.

"I have to go to class–you made me late," she told me, with a slight scowl.

"Oops...babe. Go to class then, I'll see you later." I stuck out my tongue at her and she mimicked me before laughing, as she walked away to her class.

"Wait, your textbooks, you dork," I called out, picking up her textbooks and scurrying after her. I plopped them in her arms and she smiled.

"Your books are heavy." I told her, disapprovingly.

"I know. This is my way of working out," she said, flexing her nonexistent biceps at me.

I laughed and before she headed inside, I pulled her close and gave her a long, hungry kiss. She gasped, but kissed me back, ignoring the jeers of her classmate. At her sexy little sound, I kissed her harder with tongue. She tasted so damn sweet, my god. I wanted more but she shoved me off with a savage grin.

"Qué rico, chiquita," I purred, grabbing her hips with one hand. My palm flattened, my fingers itching down that fantastic ass I knew she was hiding under her loose mom jeans.

"Your dick print is showing," she chuckled, her eyes glued on the bulging crotch of my pants.

I looked down. She was right. I groaned and readjusted my hardening dick, giving her a sheepish grin.

She flushed slightly and swiftly entered the classroom, leaving me hanging there with a hard-on and my eyes following the curve of her perky ass. Damn, it was too easy to be with her. I rubbed the back of my neck, glancing around to see if anyone noticed my predicament. A half-chub was nothing on normal guys but I was built differently and blessed–gracias a Dios–but it was hard to hide. Very hard.

Quickly, I took out my phone and texted Jaxson.

Yurrrrr, wya, I have to shit to tell you.

He usually responded pretty fast but I knew he was occupied...with the scary guy, Jiovani. Probably fucking around in the library or something...

Now, I didn't know what to think of Jiovani LaReux. He was intimidating as hell–tall with a naturally-honed physique, not from the gym at all because Jax told me he worked in construction, and brooding. Like always. He had that scowl that scared off multiple people and dark hazel eyes that were cold and soulless when he looked at anyone else.

But, when he looked at Jax, his gaze was soft and full of adoration. It almost sickened me but at the same time, I was happy for Jax. Him coming out from the closet was a humongous surprise but him being with the scary guy made me forget about it. They were a perfect match–they went through thick and thin shit and I wished one day I could achieve that. Preferably with Annabelle.

My Chiquita. Small, short as hell, and sweet. Not so sweet when she had walked in the kitchen only to see that my lips were plastered to her stepdad's but that was something even my chaotic mind could understand. I could only imagine how she felt–betrayed, angry...disgusted.

I just wanted someone to look at me and be able to smile and not feel sorry for me. She was fiery as hell for sure, even before meeting her new bestie, AKA the scary guy. But now? She was almost too hot to handle for me.

At the same time, my thoughts went to Professor Warren. Now, he was a different story. The first time I had met him, it was when me and Annabelle finally decided to call our relationship official. Of course, he already knew, but he seemed to approve of me. I was in his psychology class along with Annabelle and Jaxson, but I always sat in the back.

It didn't mean that he hadn't taken notice of me, but his interest definitely spiked the moment he knew that me and Annabelle were dating. Whenever I came over later in the evening, he was there. I'd be sitting next to her in the living room eating chocolate ice cream with her and he'd be there. He was everywhere, lingering in between rooms, his blue eyes fixated on both me and Annabelle.

At first, I was a little weirded out–did he hate me? Distrust me? Why the hell did he keep looking at me? But, I got used to him always being around. He didn't speak much, but if he did, it fascinated me. Unlike other normal parents,protective of their daughters, he didn't treat me with any discrimination, and he had taken the effort to get to know me as well. It was strange to strike up a conversation with a man who was fifteen years older than me, but somehow, our banter worked out, which surprisingly eased Annabelle's tension. She didn't really get along with Professor Warren, but he was her legitimate guardian, so she had no choice.

But, that fine man was criminally handsome and it only distracted me, and as always, I was the type of kid whose attention went everywhere, picking up weird details that others didn't.

I gazed at my phone and texted Annabelle quickly, knowing that she was probably in her seat and attentively participating in class.

I miss you already, Annabear.

She replied immediately in all caps and I grinned to myself in amusement. She was hilarious, my little Annabear.

GET TO CLASS NOW DUM-DUM.

I looked up when two polished shoes appeared in my periphery. Fuck. It was Professor Warren again. Why did he return?

He looked at me with a raised brow, flicking an elegant finger over his silky, sandy-blonde hair. His eyes seemed to pierce through me and I paused mid-text, trying my best to look away as quickly as possible.

"Shouldn't you be in class, Leo?" He asked inquisitively, his voice a deep, seductive tenor.

"Ah, yes...sir, I was heading there ASAP," I stated, shoving my phone in my back pocket, starting to fidget with my fingers.

"Please do. You're already late. I do not want to be writing you a tardy slip." His expression was stern as he gazed at me. Subtly, those vivid blue orbs flickered down and lingered down on my crotch.

I followed his eyes and almost died in embarrassment. My dick had a mind of its own and had not learned how to go to sleep yet. My pants were tented in a heavy bulge and he stared openly, his high cheekbones dusting with a hue of pink.

"You...Next time, please wear loose-fitting pants," he scolded me softly. "Not appropriate at all, young man." The searing look in his eyes made me break out into sweat. Please, stop looking at me that way. If you keep it up, you're only going to make me more excited.

But it was as if he couldn't help himself but to stare, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled to speak coherently. The lust in his clear eyes was so obvious that my body started buzzing with arousal. Fuck.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." I mumbled, starting to hurry down the now-empty hallway.

He quickly grabbed my arm with a firm grip, pausing me. He moistened his pink, enticing lips before speaking.

"I look forward to seeing you at dinner tonight," he told me, with a crooked smile.

That crooked smile always got to me and my face felt hot and flushed. Of course, he wouldn't be able to tell since I wasn't fair like he was but he can definitely read my expression.

"Likewise," I chirped, saluting him awkwardly.

He released me with another quick smile and nodded. I blinked and off I went, my body still electrified from his brief touch.

Dios, what am I doing? Don't fuck this up, you just got your girlfriend back.

This "reunion" will definitely be a mess.

I could already feel it.