《Cadillac Haven [Tom Hiddleston]》TWO
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I had managed to finish the whole day imagining sinful scenarios with my professor, Tom. This wasn't the first time I had a crush on a teacher, but this was the first time I was actually old enough to be with one. I turned twenty in June. And I had mixed feelings about it. All I could say was that my annual late night birthday sobbing hit me a little harder this year. I couldn't help that I was getting older and had to face the world all on my own. I made my way outside the campus, stumbling across old friends and making small talk which I hated. I finally got to the parking lot where my car was parked. Swinging the door shut on myself. I took in a breath. The day wasn't that bad. Deciding to return to the same coffee shop from this morning. I walked into the store, the bell ringing and bouncing off the walls . I was hit with the familiar smell of Americano brew. I swear coffee smelled better than it tasted. Getting in line I finally reached the cashier.
"Can I get a green chai tea".
"That'll be two fifty ma'am".
Ew, she called me ma'am, see what I say about getting old, I simply cannot fathom being called "ma'am". I handed her my card with a sheepish smile as if I hadn't just had a little breakdown in my head from being called ma'am. I was distracted by a familiar voice to my left that ordered black coffee. Not knowing whether it was that they ordered straight black coffee with no creamer which was sinful or that the voice was slightly laced with a british accent. My attention was finally drawn back to the cashier who handed me my receipt and my card. I turned to the familiar voice and my heart stopped. I could feel the blood rushing into my head. It was Tom, my professor. He turned to me, making the same sheepish smile that he made earlier in class. And I let out a low "Hi", quickly scurrying past him and getting a whiff of his cologne. That too was familiar as it was the same my dad used to wear. My mom got it for him one Christmas and he always wore it, racking my brain. I tried to remember the name,
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"Uomo by Valentino...yeah that was it". I whispered under my breath looking back at Tom who was waiting by the counter for his coffee.
"Green chai tea for Eva".
My head snapped to the cashier contemplating getting my tea just to avoid being in close proximity with Tom. I got up from my seat, shakily walking to the cashier and luckily Tom got his coffee and walked past me again making eye contact but this time smiling and winking at me. My heart fell to my ass, the smile plus the cologne scent made my eyes roll to the literal back of my head. The cashier handed me my tea, smiling at me.
"He's hot isn't he", she muttered.
"Omg tell me about it", we giggled. Making my way back to my seat I discovered Tom was sitting opposite me, but at another table. This allowed us to face each other and I could easily sneak little peaks at him, admiring his physique. I sat, crossing my legs carefully blowing my tea before taking a sip and letting the hot liquid slide down my throat. I know someone who I would willingly let their warm liquid slide down my throat. Looking up I notice Tom is already looking at me sipping his coffee slowly. I let out a startled cough adjusting in my seat. He smiled, stretching his arm out to reveal his watch, his eyes widened at it. Grabbing his bag he threw the strap over his shoulder taking his coffee in one hand. Looking at me who was still attempting to make sly looks at him. He walked towards me and for some reason my eyes moved to his crotch and back to his face. He had a grin on his face, lifting his eyebrows and nodding towards me and I quite literally folded under his gaze, shifting my own gaze to my tea as it was obvious I was blushing.
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He stepped out of the store, the bell rang and I couldn't help looking out the window to see him getting into a beautiful model of a 1958 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible.
Everything about him gave me butterflies, his scent, to the way he walked. I can't help but fall into a deep crush for this man.
I quickly pulled my phone out scurrying to text Maddie.
***
ME- Maddie I am internally screaming right now
MADDIE- OMG what happened!
ME- The creative writing professor is so hot Mads THIS IS NOT A DRILL SEND HELP!
MADDIE- OMG I saw him he needs to put that dick in my mouth
ME- Im not kidding I saw him at Sally's coffee and he winked at me and I genuinely think I peed myself.
MADDIE- that isn't pee babe ; )
ME- CAN YOU SHUT UP!
MADDIE- enough about ur teacher, do you want Chinese take out or mediterranean
ME- mediterranean.
MADDIE- K, bye cunt!
I dropped my phone smiling, looking out the window where Tom was parked. Taking in a breath I bit my lip.
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