33

After a long time having Steve wait for us at the uber, he drove us back to the Villa.

When we exited, the seats were covered in tomato paste.

My white T-shirt was a vibrant shade of red, and my jeans were stained with splatters of tomato juice, along with Daniela and Iris.

It was safe to say we all needed a shower and felt like a mess.

It was even in our hair and we smelled like grass, with a hint of sweetness.

We finally arrived back, and split up.

Professor went to her room and we went to ours.

I close the door behind Iris as she lets go of an exhausted sigh. She was about to jump on her white-sheeted bed before my eyes widen and I stopped her.

"Woah!" I said, "You're going to stain the sheets!"

Iris stepped away from the bed and turned to me. "Hey, I was going to give you the chance to shower first."

I shake my head, "I think it's best if you shower first."

She didn't even try fighting, and shrugged. "If you say so, boss." She teased before walking to the bathroom.

With each second passing while standing and waiting for Iris to finish, my legs got more tired.

I couldn't sit down anywhere if I didn't want to make a mess.

And the longer I waited, the more I grew anxious of the stickiness on my clothes.

The worst of it all, Iris haven't even started the water yet.

She's probably just camping on the toilet and doing her skincare.

I could call my dad in the time that she was busy in there, and even after me and my dad's 3 minute conversation, Iris still had not began showering.

I groaned annoyed and banged against the closed bathroom door.

"Iris, finish up in there!"

"Nuh-uh, you insisted that I go first. Now you need to pay the consequences. The waiting game."

"C'mon, I feel so gross." I whine, "I look like a murder scene."

"It'll take some time getting clean, pookie. All these stains and chunks. Yikes, it's in every crack and crevice! So give me a few minutes... maybe hours."

"I-..." I hesitate, "I'll just go ask professor if I can take a quick shower at her room."

Iris took a second to answer, "Yeah, do that."

The door opened slightly as she threw out a towel, then slammed the door shut again.

I quickly grab it and left the room to knock on Daniela's.

The door creaked open, revealing professor's face peeking through the crack.

Her eyes soften slightly at the sight of me, towel in hand and red stains on my clothes.

She was clean.

"What is it?" She asked, "Is everything okay?

My heart thudded in my chest, but I forced myself to speak up.

"Iris is using the bathroom and I... I need to clean up." I could feel heat creeping up my cheeks as I spoke, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my appearance.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze roaming over me from head to toe.

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" Her tone was sarcastic.

"Haha, I get it. You're mad that you got tomato'd." I joked, "But please. I can't just stand around all messy like this."

A hint of a small smile tugged on her lips.

"Mad is probably an understatement." She said. "But fine. Come in." She pushed the door wider, allowing me to step inside her room.

The room was typical, with a queen-size bed, a small desk, and a television. It was like our room, but bigger.

Professor closed the door behind me, shutting away the noises from the outside hallway.

We were officially alone.

Alone, I thought, feeling my palms grow sweaty all of a sudden.

"You can take a shower." Daniela said, gesturing towards the bathroom door. "Just leave your clothes outside, I'll throw them in the wash."

I nodded, my heart racing even faster at the thought.

"Thank you." I mumbled, clutching the towel closely.

I headed towards the bathroom, my mind a whirl of thoughts.

Was this really happening? What was she going to do when I come out of the bathroom in only a towel?

Though, I knew I was being dramatic.

I turned on the shower, letting the water warm up as I quickly pulled off my messy clothes.

As I stepped under the spray, I tried to focus on washing away the tomato stains, but suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Victoria?" Professor's voice came through the door, causing me to freeze.

"Yeah?" I called back, my voice slightly higher than normal.

I gripped the shower curtain, trying to cover myself as much as possible.

"I need to get your clothes." She said. I could hear her shifting on the other side of the door. "Are they outside the bathroom or...?"

"Yeah, they're with me." I replied, my heart thumping in my chest. "Just a minute, I'm still in the shower."

I quickly turned the water hotter, the steam filling the small space.

I wrapped the towel around myself and shut off the water, calling out to professor.

"I'm done, you can--"

But before I could finish my sentence, the bathroom door swung open, and she walked in.

I let out a noise of surprise, my breath catching in my throat.

Daniela froze in the doorway, her eyes going wide as they roamed over my body.

Really getting flashbacks of that day.

I clutched the towel around me tighter, the damp fabric sticking to my skin.

Neither of us said anything for a moment, the silence crackling between us.

Her gaze continued to rake over me and the tension grew thicker the longer we stood there.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally broke the silence with a sarcastic remark.

"Not the first time I've seen you naked." She said, her voice low and almost mocking, "Well, with less... towel."

I felt my face flush even more, my mouth going dry from embarrassment. "You weren't supposed to say that." I stuttered, trying to keep the towel in place as it slipped slightly.

She walked closer, the bathroom suddenly feeling even smaller than it already was.

Her eyes raked over me again, taking in the sight of my wet hair, my bare shoulders.

She said quietly, "I hate that I can't get your body off my mind."

A shiver went down my spine.

"Daniela..." I whisper, not knowing what to say.

She took another step forward, closing the distance between us. "I've been trying to ignore it, to act professional." Her voice was low. "But damn it, you drive me crazy."

She stood mere inches from me.

"And now, standing here in front of me like this..." She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes flickering between mine.

Whatever she wanted to do, she was very hesitant and didn't do it.

Instead she took a shaky breath in and turned to the tub where my tomato covered clothes hung.

That was until I reached out for her wrist.

She turned back to me, our bodies almost touching now.

I grumbled under my breath. "Jeez, Daniela, you--"

She didn't let me finish my sentence. She leaned down and pressed her mouth against mine, hard.

Her lips were hot and needy, moving almost desperately against mine. I gasped in surprise, taken aback by her sudden intensity. But I didn't pull away, instead I found myself responding to her, my lips moving against hers.

She grabbed my waist and pulled me into her, our bodies flushing together.

Her fingers dug into my skin through the towel, holding me tight as her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth.

Her tongue tangled with mine, our breaths mingling in the humid air of the bathroom.

I could feel my legs weakening, my body going boneless in her arms.

Butterflies in my stomach.

I pulled back, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Daniela" I whispered, my voice cracking a little. "We shouldn't, right?"

Before I could say anything more, she lifted me up in one swift motion, setting me down on the bathroom counter.

The cool surface against my bare thighs made me shiver, but her hands were warm as they settled on my legs, holding me in place.

"You're right, we absolutely shouldn't." She said, but her voice had no regret in it.

Neither did mine.

I wrapped my arms around her neck as she stood in between my legs.

She leaned in again, her mouth only inches from mine.

Her fingers traced a path along my thighs, under the edge of the towel.

I shivered and my blush deepens.

"But I think we're past that already, don't you?" She whispered before claiming my mouth in another deep, searing kiss.

Her tongue slid against mine, the movement making me gasp into her mouth.

Her hands roamed over my skin, pushing the towel up as she went. I could feel the cool air against my exposed flesh, making me gasp again.

She broke the kiss, her lips moving to my jaw, my neck, the sensitive spot behind my ear.

All the while, her hands continued their exploration, pushing the towel higher, and higher.

After a moment she leaned back and looked me straight in the eyes. Her one hand came up and pulled a strand of my hair behind my ear, while her other hand rested lazily on my thigh.

"May I?" She asked softly.

I knew what she was asking permission for.

A million thoughts and feelings raced through my head, but all I could focus on was the heat pooling low in my stomach.

I swallowed, trying to find my voice through her stare.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaky. "Please."

She pressed her hand against my chest and pushed my down lightly, making me lean back onto my elbows.

Her hands found my knees and ripped my legs apart, causing my eyes to widen and gasp softly.

Before I could blink, she lowered herself and disappeared in between my legs.

"Oh, f-fuck...!"

My head fell back.