"Stella, we have an incredibly handsome new professor this semester. Half the girls in school signed up for his class, and I'm totally crushing on him too."
Hearts practically floated out of Cecilia Eames's eyes as she spoke, proving she was entirely enamored with this ridiculously good-looking professor.
Stella Hawthorne playfully pinched her friend's cheek. "Ms. Eames, unless my memory fails me, the university has a strict ban on faculty-student relationships. Don't tell me you forgot?"
"Stella, you're squishing my face! Let go!"
Cecilia batted her hand away. "Of course I know it's against the rules! Can't a girl just admire him from afar in secret?"
"As long as you know. Just don't let your hormones do the thinking."
"Ugh, I know, I know. I'm starving—let's just eat already."
Cecilia was genuinely worried her friend might start lecturing her. Stella was terrifyingly capable; she could put a grown man on the floor with one finger!
...
The next day.
Julius Blackwood personally drove Stella to the airport.
Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured reluctantly, "Come back soon. Don't forget you have a lonely husband waiting in an empty house for you."
"I know. I'll head straight back as soon as I wrap things up."
"Then promise me you'll video call me at least once a day."
"I can't guarantee that. Sometimes work gets crazy and I lose track of time."
It wasn't that she didn't want to humor him, but her schedule was erratic. There had been times she'd literally fallen asleep at her lab bench.
"You better not get so busy that you forget to eat. I won't allow it. You can't let yourself go hungry."
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't starve myself. Relax."
If she let him keep talking, he'd probably demand to buy a ticket to Bay City and follow her.
"Then promise me you'll call whenever you have a free second. It doesn't matter what time it is."
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