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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

There are a few pictures of his classroom, one of the burger he had for lunch, and one… Jesus. One of him lying in bed. His laptop is propped on his thighs, the covers are pushed off, and he’s wearing a pair of white sweatpants and nothing else. His lean, tan torso is visible, and my mouth waters. The lights are dim, but not off, and his cat is curled up next to his leg.

I wonder who else watches his stories? If he’s posting them for any one person in particular? Maybe it’s for me… maybe he knows I watch these.

God, that sounded vain.

“Earth to Stone!”

My head whips up and I see Molly staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. “What?!”

“I called your name three times. Dinner is ready.”

“Sorry, long day.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cash DeMarco

“Professor DeMarco?”

I lift my gaze from my laptop to the student standing in front of me. “Miss Hunt, how can I help you?”

“I just wanted to make sure you received my assignment? My Canvas was acting up last night, so I wasn’t sure.” She smiles sheepishly at me.

“I did receive it. You’re all good. Thanks for checking.”

Her shoulders relax, as if this was causing her actual distress. “Okay, perfect. Thank you. Have a great weekend.”

“You too. See you Monday.”

Carrie Hunt is one of my top students. She’s shy as hell, but also incredibly smart and on top of her work. She reminds me of myself when I first entered college, except I was never that shy. I’ve always been outgoing. Making friends has always come easily to me. It’s how I fit into a fraternity so well.

I’m finishing sending an email, when my phone pings beside me. Flipping it over, the screen lights up and a text from Stella is waiting for me. Internally, I roll my eyes a little. I’m not looking forward to this four-hour road trip with her to Fort Worth. I never should’ve asked if she wanted to ride together. She’s very nice, but she’s just… a lot, and I’d rather be by myself. The thought of having to maintain conversation with someone, while trapped in a car for hours, seems fucking awful.

Stella: Hey! I’m finished with classes. Ready to head out whenever you are. :)

Me: Cool. I’m finishing up now. I’ll meet you at my car.

Jesus take the fucking wheel. This weekend should be interesting. I shove my laptop into its carrying case and lock up my classroom. It’s a treat that my Fridays are short days. Some professors have full classes every day of the week, including Friday.