Joslyn was walking across the university’s campus lawn heading for the library when she saw her Language professor walking towards her. She stopped and waited for him, her heart pounding. He looked so handsome in the navy blue suit, light blue shirt and navy blue tie. His thick black hair was slicked back, giving him a polished look. No one knew that they were in a relationship. On campus, he was professor Alvarez but off campus, he was Joaquín.
She trembled when she remembered how he had urged her to say his name and the way he said hers when they were making love last night. Her name sounded very sexy when he said it. They had dinner at his place. He was such a terrific cook. Afterwards, they relaxed in the living-room, talking and sipping non-alcoholic wine.
Then, he reached over, took her glass and put it on the table with his. He turned and cupping her face between his hands, he lowered his head and kissed her. She placed her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles contract and kissed him back. Things got heated and in a matter of minutes, they were naked. He scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom where they made love for the first time.
All morning she had flashbacks. It was hard sitting in his class and trying to concentrate. She kept remembering how good their merged bodies looked in the mirror and the passionate kisses they exchanged. At one point, she dragged her nails across his smooth back, eliciting a moan and the confession, “Me vuelves loco. You drive me wild.”
After their tryst, they showered and dressed in his robes, they went into the living-room and watched a movie on Netflix before he took her home. She couldn’t sleep. All she kept thinking about was him and how she couldn’t wait to see him today. Excited, she walked into the classroom. He wasn’t there as yet. She went to her desk and waited.
Jamal walked in, saw her, grinned and sat down at the desk beside her. “Hi,” he said, his eyes flickering over her slim figure in the red shirt and jeans.
“Hi,” she said with a slight smile. He was a nice guy and she didn’t mind talking to him but he didn’t stand a chance. She was madly in love with Joaquín.
They were talking and Jamal said something to make her laugh just when Joaquín walked in. He looked at them for a brief moment before saying good-morning. Other students started to file in. Jamal got up and went to his regular seat. After he was gone, Joslyn sneaked a glance at Joaquín. He was preparing for class.
As class got on the way, she noticed that he seemed a bit off. And when he called on her, she noticed that he looked very serious. He was frowning. Usually, he would smile.
He reached her now. Her smile faded when she saw the expression on his face. Something was definitely up. She wanted so badly to reach up and run her fingers through his hair like she did last night. “Hi,” she said, instead.
“Hi. Where are you heading?”
“To the library.”
“Are you meeting someone there?”
“As a matter of fact I am.”
His mouth tightened. “Jamal?”
She frowned at him. “Jamal?”
“Are you meeting him in the library?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m meeting Rhonda. She needs help with a research paper.”
He moved closer, his expression tense and a muscle throbbed alongside his jawline. “When I walked into the classroom this morning, I saw Jamal and you together.”
“Yes, he came and sat down next to me. We started talking and then you walked in.”
“You were laughing.”
“Yes, he said something funny. He’s a funny guy.”
“Do you like him?”
“As a friend.”
“What about him? Does he like you as a friend?”
“I think he wants to be more than friends but I’m not interested.”
“Why not? He’s your age and he’s good-looking.”
She shrugged. “So? I’m not attracted to him or any other guy, Joaquín. I have eyes only for you.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “When I saw the two of you together, I saw red,” he confessed tightly. “I was so jealous.”
“I was right. You weren’t yourself this morning. Oh, Joaquín, there’s no reason for you to be jealous. I love you.”
His eyes darkened on her upturned face. “Say it to me in Spanish.”
“Te amo, Joaquín”
“Yo también te amo, Joslyn,” he muttered thickly. “I want to kiss you so badly.”
The expression on his face made her mouth go dry. “Later,” she said breathlessly.
“Later, I’m taking you to dinner and the theatre.”
She smiled. “That sounds great.”
“I have something else to tell you. My sister Julieta is getting married next week. How would you like to go to Seville for the wedding? It falls right around Spring break. So, we’ll be able to spend at least twelve days in Seville.”
Her eyes widened. “Seville, for twelve days?” she exclaimed. She had never been to Europe before.
He smiled. “Yes. I want to show you where I grew up and introduce you to my family. I’ve told them about you.”
“I’d love to see where you spent your childhood and meet your family.”
“Good. We can leave on the Saturday after we break for Easter. I can’t wait to take you sightseeing and Flamenco dancing. You’ll love Seville, I promise.”
She stared up at him, her heart in her eyes when she murmured, “I love it already because of you.”
He glanced around to make sure no one could see them before he reached for her hand. “I’d better be heading back,” he said, reluctantly. “My next class starts in ten minutes.”
She could hardly think with him holding her hand. “And I have to go. Rhonda’s probably wondering where I am. I’ll see you later.”
“Yes, I’ll pick you up at six.” He released her hand, winked at her and then turned and walked away.
She watched his tall frame until he disappeared from her view before she headed for the library, her mind spinning. The rest of the day was a blur.
They said; when you’re in love, you are in a cloud nine…Well, I guess they are wrong…cos’ the feeling is actually like in cloud 999 – – Ishe Tayco