Chapter 23: Ballroom Dancing

It's nice to be hours away from the university. It's a little weird that my mom has seen Blake. But in a way it's also nice. It's nice that she has an idea of who he is. She doesn't know what he is, or at least I hope not. If it ever got leaked that I am in love with my professor, and that he loved me back. Well that's the day I hope never comes.

For our date, Blake takes me to a nice Italian restaurant but there's a twist. It has a dance floor. He once said he taught ballroom dancing. Nothing is sexier than watching men move women with Latin rhythms. They guide them and turn them in ways that resemble sex.

"Blake, how did you even know this place was here?" My cheeks turn a bright red, a cherry pink forms. I can see it on my face in a mirror on the restaurant wall.

"Are you blushing? That's adorable. Yes, I knew it was here. A long time ago, I took Stacey here. It was ten years ago. I'm old, remember."

"You're not old. You're hot as fuck," I say loudly as my voice echoes across the r