"We can talk about it now." She insisted.
When he didn't stop and even showed signs of moving downward, she gripped his hair and lifted his head.
The Alpha's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Why can't it wait?"
"Because the entrance exam is three months away and I need to study." Stella rubbed his scalp, feeling sorry for pulling him so much.
"Dad used to be a professor. He loved that job but couldn't continue because of our circumstances. I want to become a professor too."
"A professor?"
Stella saw a gleam in his eyes. A smirk took over his face. He moved up, their faces inches away.
"A professor with glasses and a pencil skirt?" He breathed on her face.
Blood rushed to her cheeks. She pulled on his buttons, doing and undoing them with shyness.
"No. The one with handmade sweat
