Entangled in A Forbidden Affair

R'S P

lattes with lots of cream and sugar; I knew she usually took jasmine tea whenever she felt stressed; I knew about her passion for art; I knew about her dick of an ex-boyfriend. I knew about he

all my years of living, I had never been enamored by a woman as much as I had been by Kathleen. Sure, I had fucked women, a handful of them, but I was never really attached to them. I never saw th

uch her, feel her, so I made a vow; I vo

to talk to, hence my position of being a professor at her school. It had been relatively easy; my family ca

me; I could feel it in my bones, and the thought alone made me happy. I'd make her fall for me just as I fell for her. At first I thought it was just a childish crush I had, but the

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een to find her already staring at me in concentration, looking away whenever we'd make eye contact. She f

the students trooped out,

oment?" Her eyes flickered over to her fr

'discreet' wink. I watched Kathleen make her way over to me nervously

er red hair. Walking around the desk, I stand before her with my arms folded, watching her

ervous, Mi

etly as she peers up at me beneath those long lashes, the inn

y tall frame towering over her; I notice her tense up. "Let m

tutters, clearing her throat.

I run my eyes over her; she shifts her

discuss with me, sir?" Her angelic

re walking back to her. Holding it out to her, her face crinkled in slight confusion as her

iration slip onto her face

in art, but you're good. You could make a living as an artist." She joked as she flipped onto the next page, her brows crinkling in slight

problem, M

describe it." She breaks off in an uneasy voice as she closes t

mil

, something

inted if you hadn't recognized yourse

surprise as her gaze flicker

draw me, Professor Dawson? Isn't that like, I d

ng it between my fingers as we lock eyes. "Because you're my muse

her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Without thinking, my fingers come up to trace her lips, the air a

ou have no idea jus

er skin was soft; she smelled like roses and vanilla with a hint of coconuts. I wasn't one who fancied sweet-smelling

wing would think there was something going on between us, and that could put us both at risk. If you'd excuse me, I need to go". My jaw clenched at her words, knowing

lose to her would go down the drain, and ther

her just as she was

n piqued. "I would like for you to accompany me somewhere, and n

s tightly for a brief mom

then we never have to speak to each

her head until she exhaled, "Fine.

had unknowingly sealed herself to me with that very word. Kathleen Ramirez would