Entangled in A Forbidden Affair

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their life; just like your significant other, it provided an escape from reality, and that was it for me. I was among the few who held art in deep affection; it was a haven of escape to me. A passion passes down to me from my late mother.

, which emitted from my ear pod. Humming according to the tune, my pencil glided across my notepad as I lost myself in the drawing. Feeling parched, I reach for my mug only to find it

gy, a strong hint of Italian accent seeping out. S

g have you been here, if I may ask?" He didn't reply for a few seconds, and I feare

were very much unaware of your surroundings, Miss

y, to which I could've sworn I saw a gho

es of their students? I would hardly think so. Glancing towards the direction of my muse, I see that the mother and child were no longer there, to

was piercing, his aura intimidating, and it commanded respect and fear. He felt so different from other lecturers I h

xpecting a reply, "Uh, yeah, I should go. I

w was I supposed to tell him that I just wanted to be away from him? He h

ag, I clutched my sketchpad tightly a

escaped me, I felt embarrassment course through me. Seriously? That was the best I

s furrow at his words, not entire

orry,

tchpad, I debated whether or not I should give it to him. I hardly ever showed people my work, mainly because I was insecu

he flipped through the pages, I couldn't help but study his features. His jet-black hair was trimmed lowly and combed neatly, his gold necklace and gold stud earring on his left ear shone brightly as they reflected the sun, and his white tee shirt fit him perfectly with the first button

ould get any woman to swoon, and it wasn't as if I had a crush o

t in my cheeks as I feel the

s just-" I ramble, struggling to f

m the corners of my eyes as he slid it over to me, "I don't bite." I

artist." Upon hearing his compliment, I

it's not all that great." I

lf indulge myself in art from time to time." He reveals

than mine." I chuckle nervously, needing to find

very sure how to answer, I remain silent for a moment trying to come up with a reply when my phone rings. Excusin

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pleasure speaking t

ting on my feet, but just befo

perhaps like to take a lo