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her back to the dorm, a few feet behind her to keep students from spreading rumors about them. They didn’t talk, didn’t look at each other, but they didn’t have to.
    Professor: Did it feel good?
    Kassia: You know the answer to that, Professor.
    Professor: I just wanted to make sure.
    Kassia: That I felt good?
    Professor: Yes. Because I have a feeling you’ll flunk your tests tomorrow.
    Kassia: Professor, you’re mean!
    Professor: Just honest. Because if I know you, you won’t be able to study tonight as you’ll only be thinking of my cock.
    Kassia tripped just as she reached the front of her dorm, having read the professor’s last message. She whirled around to glare at the professor, and the heck if it would cause rumors or not, but he was gone.
    Her phone beeped.
    Professor: And just so you know, mine’s a foot long.
    Her phone crashed to the floor.
    Holy darn cow, a foot… long? Twelve…inches?  
    The professor was right. She really might not be able to study tonight.

MY WEREWOLF PROFESSOR 2

    FIVE MONTHS AGO

    “How do I look?” I twirled around for my grandparents’ benefit, and then did another twirl as I watched myself in the mirror, loving the way the dress’ long, flowing skirt danced around my legs. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned, and the fact that it was a gift from my mother made it even more precious.
    “You look like a princess,” my grandfather Chris said loyally.
    I laughed. “Oh, Gramps.” I turned to Kate, asking shyly, “Gran?”
    “It’s one of those rare instances that I’ll have to agree with your grandfather,” Kate answered.
    There were tears in her eyes, but there was also sadness, and my smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
    Kate shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just an old woman getting sentimental.” She wiped her eyes as she spoke. Looking up again, she seemed to hesitate before saying, “You understand this won’t be permanent, don’t you?”
    Her words made me realize what she was worried about, and I sighed. “Oh, Gran.” Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I hugged Kate tightly, touched by her concern. “I know what you’re thinking, and it won’t be like that.”
    Kate was normally tough, like an army sergeant (but then, she and Gramps had been in the Marines), but she was also the one who had raised me since I was a baby. The years I had spent in her care had taught me things only few people know about, and one was that Kate’s greatest pain came from seeing her loved ones getting hurt.
    “You’ve explained to me about this before. My mother lost her head in love but when my biological father left her, she wasn’t ever the same again. The moment she gave birth, she left me in your care, knowing she wouldn’t be able to take care of me. But now she’s back and she wants to start anew. I’m not to expect anything from it, but I shouldn’t hate her for what she did.”
    Hugging her again, I said simply, “And I don’t. It’s impossible to hate when you and Gramps raised me to be so dreadfully nice.”
    Before Kate could answer, we heard the unmistakable sound of a car coming up our farm’s driveway.
    She was here.
    Kimberley Dresden.
    My mother.
    We all stiffened, and for a moment all we could do was look at each other, as if not knowing what to do. If it had been happening to someone else, I would probably think it was funny. We were acting like it was the U.S. President coming to visit us when it was just their daughter. My mother.
    Chris broke the silence, saying gruffly, “Let’s go and meet our prodigal daughter then.” Standing up, he went to the door, telling us to stay behind. My heartbeat began to race as I watched my grandfather open the door and speak in a low, undecipherable murmur.  
    Was this how it felt to be in love? I wondered giddily. This excitement of seeing my mother, of finally being able to see her and talk to her in the flesh – I really had a feeling it would be no different from how it would be