Academic Seduction (profxgirl)(wlw)

Chapter Twenty Four

As the city lights streaked past us in a blur of neon hues, I found myself lost in the pre-dawn stillness, the steady rhythm of Victoria's car carrying us towards the airport. The clock on the dashboard glowed faintly, casting an ethereal glow over the interior as it ticked past four in the morning. I sat in the passenger seat, a silent observer to the world outside, my thoughts drifting between the anticipation of the journey ahead and the lingering warmth of Victoria's presence beside me.

I had initially planned to hail an Uber for the early morning trek, but Victoria had insisted on driving me herself, citing some vague concern about the safety of rideshare drivers in the dead of night. Her words had washed over me in a hazy blur, my attention too consumed by the sight of her behind the wheel to fully register their meaning. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, my gaze tracing the familiar contours of her profile with an unspoken reverence.

It had been a mere day since the conclusion of my exams, a milestone that marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. If I passed, I would officially be a second-year student—a prospect that filled me with a heady mix of excitement and trepidation. I had extracted a promise from Victoria to send me my test marks as soon as she graded them, the weight of anticipation hanging heavy in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Victoria's voice cut through the silence, drawing me back to the present with a gentle jolt. "Are you excited to see your parents?" she inquired, her eyes flickering with curiosity as she maneuvered the car into an underground parking spot at the airport. With a click, she released her seatbelt and silenced the engine, turning to face me with an expectant look.

"Yeah, you know," I replied with a half-hearted chuckle, the prospect of reuniting with my family a bittersweet reminder of the distance that still separated us. "You're always welcome to come with me and meet them," I added, the words slipping from my lips with a hint of jest.

But Victoria's response was swift and decisive, her expression a mask of uncertainty as she shook her head. "No, it's way too soon," she insisted, her words a sobering reminder of the boundaries that governed our relationship. It was a bummer, to be sure, but deep down, I knew she was right. We weren't even dating yet, and the thought of introducing her to my family felt like a leap into the unknown.

With a gentle click, Victoria secured the trunk of her car, the metallic echo mingling with the quiet hum of the early morning air. I stood beside her, a flurry of emotions swirling within me as I prepared to embark on the next leg of my journey. As she reached out to guide me towards the airport entrance, her touch sent a thrill coursing through me, the warmth of her hand a reassuring anchor amidst the uncertainty of departure.

"I'm hungry," I lamented with a soft groan as we stepped onto the escalator, the rhythmic ascent mirroring the rise and fall of my anticipation.

Victoria glanced at me with a thoughtful expression, her eyes alight with contemplation. "Let's get you checked in first, and then we can go get breakfast," she suggested, her words a gentle reminder of the practicalities that awaited us.

"Thank you," I replied, excitement bubbling within me at the prospect of sharing a meal with her. "And don't worry, I have my wallet here so I can pay for us both."

Her response was a small smirk, a fleeting expression of amusement that danced across her lips before she turned to lead the way. With a surge of determination, I fell into step behind her, the promise of breakfast and the warmth of her company guiding me forward.

After the tedious process of checking in and bidding farewell to my cumbersome luggage, Victoria and I ventured forth into the vast expanse of the airport, our footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh glow upon the deserted corridors, illuminating the emptiness that stretched before us like a barren wasteland.