Morning Drizzle

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• In My Professor's Arms    We Fucked Before, But I Didn’t Know..

  (Lily's POV)The quad was a gray and green blur, today, the air heavy with spring heat, adhering to my skin like a second layer. I walked across the quad, my sneakers screeching on the ground, my backpack thudding, its straps digging into my shoulders, my denim skirt shifting, my white shirt sticking, damp at the base of my spine. The sun was hot, reflecting off bike racks, pounding against the sweat on my neck, my hair loose, strands adhering to my cheek, itching, unattended.My heart pounded, continually with every single step I took, going to Victor's office. My head was screaming at me to head back, my need for "Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche" is what's pulling me forward.I really need this textbook today, and I he's the only person I can remember having, but I've not seen or spoken with him since the last text.My phone was silent in my pocket, no texts, no calls. José’s word always in my mind, “Whenever you’re ready,” burning brighter, my heart torn, my world unst

• In My Professor's Arms    He Didn’t Kiss Me… But I Felt It

  The city was blurry, and streetlights passed by, José's sedan vibrating under us, the engine a low rumble through the quiet.I sat in the front seat beside him, my tank top loose, leggings soft, my skin still warm from his apartment, the memory of his hand brushing mine, his voice saying, “I’m here, whenever you’re ready.”My bag slumped at my feet, my phone heavy in my lap, the glow of his dashboard casting shadows on my thighs. The air was perfumed with leather, his cologne, and the sweet bite of mango from the snacks we'd shared, my lips still tingling from the taste.My heart was heavy, weighed down, José's warmth a light I couldn't shake, Victor's cold text from last night a bruise that was already healing.José's hands were steady on the wheel, his black t-shirt clinging, his profile cut sharp in the streetlights, his smile gentle, as though he had some secret I didn't."You're quiet," he said, his voice low and teasing, his eyes flicking to me, then back to the road. "Still thi

• In My Professor's Arms    Alone in His Apartment, I Couldn’t Stop Shaking

  José's apartment was a warm glow, the kind of warm that enveloped you like a blanket.I fell into his couch, the cushions was soft, worn, the scented faintly of leather and his cologne, clean and spicy.The coffee table was a neat, on it were some chips, salsa, a bowl of sliced mango, and two iced teas sweating in the heat.My tank top clung to my back,my leggings snug, my sneakers kicked off by the door next to my bag, which I’d tossed without thinking.The drive from my home had been quick, José's sedan humming, his laughter ringing out in the car, my heart still racing from that morning's invitation, his voice teasing, "Just us." And now here we were, the air thick with something unspoken, my body vibrating, Victor's cold text from the previous night a distant ache.José was leaning against the counter, his blue hoodie traded for a black t-shirt, jeans slung low, his smile easy as he fooled with a speaker.He started playing music, a low indie song, guitars strumming, the kind that

• In My Professor's Arms    Ghosted and Tempted

  The apartment was too quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy. I reclined on my couch, still dressed in last night's black skirt and cream-colored top from movie night.My sneakers sat by the door, laces tied, and my bag leaned against them, spilling a water bottle. My body quivered, uncomfortable, the memory of José's arm touching mine on the quad springing up in me.His voice, low and smooth, saying, "Stay close, Lily," when that creep in the black coat snarled from the woods. My heart had spiked then, and it was spiking now, but only half due to fear. José's smile, his warmth, the way he'd stood between me and that darkness it stirred something I wasn't ready to name.I shifted, the couch creaking, my skirt around my thighs, the fabric silky but too tight, as if it were holding me together.Victor's face followed, his cold eyes, the way he'd pinned me to his desk that Friday, his lips burning. But he hadn't texted since, not a word, and the silence was a duty I couldn't escape.My

• In My Professor's Arms    I Shouldn't Want Him... But My Body Won’t Listen

  My car engine stalled, the parking lot still, my apartment complex looming, its red brick wall dark in the hush of the evening fog.My tank stuck, soaked from the day, leggings drawn tight, my flesh alive, José's voice, I just can't help it, Lily, echoing, his eyes, unwavering, hot, blazing through me, my heart pounding, the figure's stare, dark jacket, standing in the woods, my terror an icy knot, Victor's silence, no calls, no texts, my shame, a heavy beat, burning, my truth, unbalanced.I grabbed my bag, water bottle rolling, my sneakers scraping asphalt, every step heavy, my breathing shuddering, air cold, my tank rustling, nipples rubbing against material, every move sparking, José's caress, his hand running against mine, Victor's fire, the figure's shadow, my world, in chaos, alive.I climbed the stairs, keys jingling, my legs aching from ascending, the dirt of the trail still adhering to soles.The door creaked, the jasmine pale, my apartment quiet, the shadows lying deep in co

• In My Professor's Arms    Temptation in a Blue Shirt: I Could Say Yes

  The campus café loomed, brick walls glowing, windows burning, my sneakers soft, tank tight, leggings snug, my body humming, José's text, Sweet, see you there, echoing, his warmth.I pushed the door open, bell above it jingling, air warm, coffee rich, my eyes scanning, José's blue shirt, corner booth, his grin wide, my pulse racing, my body humming, his warmth, my fire, alive.I moved, floor creaking, my tank top flowing, nipples brushing, each step sparking, José, his eyes, steady, my world, burning, unsteady."Hey, Lily, right on time. Got you a latte, hope that's all right," José said, his voice welcoming, eager, a touch of concern in his tone as he slid the cup over.His gesture moved me, my smile wide, my heart lifting, José's kindness, his smile, pulling me in. "You're spoiling me now," I said, my voice playful, flirtatious, my fingers brushing the cup, sparks flying, my body relaxing, Victor's shadow retreating."Only way I know how," he said, his voice warm, playful, a sly smil