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teasing me. But why would he? Unless...
    “I hope you don’t get too wet,” he said in the same smooth voice he had used throughout the lecture.
    “W-what?” I stammered, scandalized and humiliated by his words.
    Oh God, he knows!
    “In the rain. I hope you don’t get too wet walking to your car.”
    Although he maintained his air of innocent concern, the smirk curving his lips gave away his true intentions. But what could I do? Tell him to stop flirting with me? Ask him to stop invading my fantasies? Beg him to touch me, and ease the fire burning in my body? Startled by my thoughts I muttered my thanks while mentally scolding myself for my sudden inability to control my hormones.
    The cool air was a welcome distraction from my overheated thoughts when I paused in the doorway to watch the rain pounding the concrete outside, the rushing sound of the water helping to calm my frayed nerves. Inhaling deeply I drew the fresh, clean scent of the rain into my lungs, enjoying the purity of it.
    “You’d better make a run for it, I don’t think it’s going to let up any time soon,” Professor Davis said from beside me, his sudden appearance causing my heart to thump in my chest, erasing what little calm I had managed to win back. He had donned a light leather jacket over his blue buttoned shirt. A grey scarf wrapped loosely around his neck and a brown leather messenger bag was slung over his shoulder. Fumbling in my purse for my keys I took one last look at him standing beside me, his eyes fixed on the rain, reflecting the calm fascination I had felt moments ago.
    “See you next week, Professor.”
    “Goodnight, Miss Parker.”
    Darting out into the rain I couldn’t hold back the shriek that bubbled over my lips as the rain soaked me almost instantly. Glancing back at him I saw his wide smile and sparkling eyes, my shriek turning to laughter as I dashed through the rain to my Jeep. Opening the door I tossed my bag into the passenger seat and climbed up into the old Wrangler, quickly starting the engine and turning the heater on full blast while pushing my wet hair back from my face. Looking up through the windshield I could see the rain-sodden shape of Professor Davis darting towards his own car, a sleek, black two-door that chirped as he approached.
    ***
    Liam and Patrick were entwined on the couch watching reruns of Friends when I got home. Shivering and soaked through to the skin, I undoubtedly looked like a water-logged Irish Setter. Kicking the door shut behind me I dropped my keys in the dish on the counter and shuffled through the living room, giving the boys a lackluster wave on my way through.
    “You okay, Rache?” Liam called after me, his head popping up over the back of the couch like a prairie dog.
    “I’m fine. Just want to take a long hot shower.”
    Dropping my backpack and purse off in my bedroom I paused beside my bed to scratch Ansel behind the ears, earning a low and rumbling purr of bliss.
    “Hey buddy,” I crooned, smiling as he arched up into my touch. “How was your day? A lot less confusing than mine I bet.”
    My fingers moved absently over his soft fur and silken ears as I reflected on the day, a swelling of mortification, and something far more primal and hungry, growing in my gut. I couldn’t believe that I had been daydreaming in class, and was almost caught doing it.
    Be honest with yourself, Rache, that wasn’t daydreaming, that was fantasizing! There’s no sugarcoating the things you were imaging him doing to you .
    Roused from my traitorous thoughts by the patter of water dripping from my hair onto the carpet, I left Ansel purring contentedly on the bed and gathered up my fleece pajama bottoms and a cozy t-shirt.
    The shower warmed up quickly and I gladly shrugged off my wet clothes and stepped into the hot spray, sucking in a sharp breath of both pleasure and pain as the water sluiced over me, chasing away the cold that prickled my skin. Standing directly under the spray I let