I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Lila’s POV
That had to have been the most painful thing I have ever done. What was I thinking? Telling Enzo that I
was going on a date.
This was not a date.
I was going out with some friends to a beach party. I wanted to invite Enzo, but I saw that he was a little
preoccupied with Connie.
When she walked out of his bedroom with nothing but his shirt on, my entire world felt like it was
falling apart. My heart ached too painfully and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. But I couldn’t let this
bother or distract me.
I came to Monstro to do a job and I was going to do that job.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t go out and have a little fun as well.
I was expecting Enzo to be waiting outside my door when I left my room, but he wasn’t. I wasn’t sure
why that upset me so much. Maybe because I wanted him to see me in this cute outfit I was wearing.
I purposely wore this short black dress to get under Enzo’s skin. Of course, I had my bathing suit
underneath it. But I’d never been to a beach party before and I wasn’t sure what it contained.
On second thought, maybe it would have been better if he didn’t see it.
Deciding not to wait around for him to show up, I left for the party.
…
When they told me there was going to be a beach party, I wasn’t sure what I expected. But I certainly
wasn’t imagining something so huge.
They had a large stage in the middle of the beach where they played live music, and everyone was
dancing and having a great time. There was also a tiki bar serving tropical drinks that looked delicious.
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I could definitely use a couple of those right now; though I wasn’t much of a drinker, and the last time I
drank I got way too drunk and embarrassed myself. Maybe if I got a frozen drink and only took a couple
of sips periodically.
“Lila!” I heard my name being called from nearby and I turned to see Em walking toward me. “I’m so

glad you made it! We were just working on getting the bonfire started.”
“Bonfire?” I asked, raising my gaze.
I never even see a bonfire before, but I was very interested.
“You’ve never had a bonfire?!” She asked, reading my expression. “You are going to love it! Grab a drink
and meet me over there! Everybody’s waiting.”
I glanced over at the bar and saw the small line that had formed; I supposed I better stand in line before
it got too big.
She waved at me as she went to join her friends who were working hard to put together this fire.
As excited as I was for this party, I still couldn’t help but feel a little sad that Enzo wasn’t here. I’m sure
he probably went after Connie.
“Don’t say that…” Val breathed, and I could tell she was distraught about the whole ordeal. “Our mate
wouldn’t betray us. We have to trust him.”
How do I trust someone when I see them with my own two eyes? She was practically naked and she was
wearing his shirt.
My heart ached at the very memory.
“What are you drinking?”
I snapped back to the present moment only to see Matty standing next to me. I wondered how long he
had been there.
My face warmed instantly, and I brushed my fingers through my hair, feeling all sorts of awkward. Matty
was the one who invited me to this party; he hates me because I’m a Volana wolf, but he seems to be
willing to give me a chance.
“Oh, I’m not sure…” I admitted, glancing up at the menu that sat behind the bar on the wall. “What do
you suggest?”
He laughed; this was the first time I had seen him laugh and I wasn’t sure what to make of this. It
seemed like he was laughing at me.
“You aren’t much of a drinker, huh?” He asked, shaking his head as he continued to laugh. “Could have
fooled me when you got wasted during that concert.”
My face grew even warmer, and I knew it was probably as red as a cherry.
“Me getting wasted should be a good indication that I don’t drink often,” I said in return, folding my
arms across my chest.
“Fair enough,” he laughed. “So, how about a pina-colada? Girls usually like those type of drinks.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I somehow felt a little offended by his statement.
“And what if I don’t like whatever that is?” I asked, raising my brows.
“Trust me, you’ll like it,” he said, stepping up to the bar. “Two frozen pina-coladas,” he asked the
bartender.
“You’re getting one too?” I asked. “But you aren’t a girl.”
“I didn’t say ONLY girls liked them,” he chuckled.
He took out some cash and placed it on the bar.
“I have money; you don’t have to pay,” I said, reaching into my handbag. He waved my offering away. “I
invited you here; it’s my treat.”
I frowned, putting my money away.
“Why are you being so nice to me all of sudden?”
He glanced down at me, narrowing his eyes and all the humor that was once on his face had dispersed.
Now, he had this serious expression, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it.
“Because I feel bad for treating you poorly,” he admitted. “I might have had you figured out wrong and
for that I apologize.”
The bartender slid over two pina-coladas; I had to admit, it looked delicious… and refreshing.
“With that being said, I’m hoping we can start over,” he continued as we stepped away from the bar. “A