Nothing But a Good Wine: Wine & Rock -n- Roll by Coco Elliot

Author:Coco Elliot [Elliot, Coco]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2024-08-30T00:00:00+00:00

6

Jonas

It takes me six weeks to break down her resistance.

I show up to class early, grab a seat up front, and I always stay late to pick her brain or ask a question or two about the text. She shuts down any attempt at innuendo or flirting at first, but by week two, I’ve taken to walking her back to her building and she’s gotten comfortable enough to crack a joke or two.

Each of our short walks through campus turns into a little game.

We trade secrets and truths, doling out pieces of ourselves as we stride side-by-side through the falling October leaves.

“So if you’re spending all your time studying, what’s going on with the band?” she asks, squinting up at me through her glasses.

“I’m still with the band, but I stepped down this semester into a lesser role so they can mesh with another singer while I focus on finishing all the credits I need to graduate. I can’t keep dragging it out. My moms will kill me.”

“You’ve stepped down?”

I kick at the leaves swirling around my ankles. “Yeah, I’m taking some time to re-evaluate and figure out what makes me happy.”

“Isn’t the dream to make it big, tour the world, become a superstar?” She turns away from me, face forward and expression clouded. “I can hear it now, everyone chanting your name. Jo-nas, Jo-nas, Jo-nas.”

“Nah. It’s not my style. I’m more of a homebody. My on-stage persona is pretty exuberant, but off-stage, I keep things low key.”

Her gaze drifts over me, disbelieving.

I stifle a laugh. “You read all those smutty romance novels. You ought to know better than to judge a book by its cover.”

“I’m not judging.” She peeks at me behind her glasses through thick, dark lashes. “I’m just surprised. Many of my students seem primed on chasing fame and fortune.”

“I’m not like many of your students, Felicity.”

She doesn’t miss the change in my meaning or tone, but she only purses her lips.

By week three, I learned that she’s always wanted to teach English and get lost in words. She enjoys what she does and from sitting in her class, I know she’s good at it. Passionate about the subject matter, about analyzing text. The downside is that she turns that beautiful, analytical mind on herself.

Critiquing her every move, her every decision.

By week four, I regularly accompany her on walks to the library or back to her office, but I don’t enter again. Not without invitation or reason, because the only thing I can think of when I’m in there is locking us in until she admits that she wants me as badly as I want her.

And I know she does.

I can see it in her eyes whenever they linger on me. I can tell by the way she doesn’t shift away when my arm brushes against mine, and in how her steps slow to draw out our walk. I love the way her gaze seeks me out the second she steps into the classroom and how her

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