11. Letting Go

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• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    42. Echoes of What We Were

  AlbertThe room is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that has weight, that presses against the skin and sinks into the bones.Emon lies beside me, his chest bare, one hand resting limply on my stomach. We are tangled in the sheets, and his breath is slow, tentative. He’s waiting for me to move. Or maybe for something more than just my body.I shift slightly, and that’s all he needs. He leans in, lips brushing my neck. It’s soft and gentle just the way he’s always been. The kind of lover who touches with reverence. Who waits. Who worships. Who loves without asking for anything in return.But all I feel is… emptiness.I let him kiss me. Let his hands glide down my chest. Let him press against me and sigh into my mouth. And when he eases over me, looking down with eyes that once made my heart race, I force a smile.It doesn’t reach my eyes. I know that. I feel the falseness in it, the hollow curve of my lips. And what I hate even more is the fact that I can't even pretend anymore. H

• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    41. Fragile Peace 

  AlEmon didn't say anything to me. He didn't shout, didn't curse, didn't ask me to leave. I cried myself to sleep.~~~The scent of vanilla and cinnamon greets me before my eyes fully open.For a moment, I pretend I don’t know where I am. I let the softness of the sheets wrap around me like a lie, one that tells me everything’s okay, that my world isn’t spinning, that I didn’t betray the man who hums gently in the kitchen just a few feet away.I turn my face into the pillow and exhale.I should feel better after a night of warmth, after the bath Emon drew for me, the silence he held me in, the way he combed his fingers through my hair while I trembled in the water. I should feel something, peace, regret, release, but all I feel is… hollow. And haunted.My fingers drift toward the mark on my neck without thinking. It's still sore, tender, as if Edward’s teeth just left it last night. I can feel the edges of it, raised skin shaped like a secret. The bond pulses faintly beneath my skin l

• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    40. Where Grace Hurts

  AlThe door opened, and there he stood.Emon. The man I dreaded to face but had to face.His eyes met mine like he had been expecting me, like maybe he had felt it, somehow, even before I had knocked.I swallowed hard, but my voice wouldn’t come. Guilt had lodged itself in my throat like a jagged stone. I felt like shit for what I had done to the man who I knew adored me.He didn’t speak.He just stepped aside, silent and calm, and held the door open for me.“Welcome back," he said with a smile that cut through me and I hung my head in shame.My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stepped inside, half-hoping he would slam the door shut behind me and scream, tell me to get out, call me every name I deserved. Because I did deserve his anger.But instead…He closed it gently and with a welcoming smile."Sit," he said softly, motioning toward the armchair near the fireplace.I sat because I didn’t know what else to do. My hands rested on my knees, fists clenched, as the silence wr

• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    39. The Weight of Morning

  AlWarm.That was the first thing I noticed as consciousness stirred.I was warm and tucked against someone’s chest. Strong arms were draped around me. A steady heartbeat echoed beneath my ear, grounding and familiar. The bedsheets were tangled around my legs, and the air carried the earthy, musky scent of him, comforting, steady and safe.Emon, my heart whispered, in that blissful space before thought could catch up to truth. He always slept with one arm under my neck and the other tight around my waist, breathing into my hair. I smiled into the warmth and let out a soft sigh.Then something shifted.The breath in my hair was deeper. Rougher. The heartbeat slower… stronger. Too strong.My eyes snapped open.I blinked at the unfamiliar curve of a bare chest in front of me, the shape of a jaw peppered with scruff, and…Dark eyes. Watching me.Edward.My stomach dropped.The blood drained from my face.“Good morning,” he said softly, smiling like the night hadn’t destroyed everything I

• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    38. Bound in Fire

  AlbertAs I lay on Albert's arms all spent and content, I began to reminisce about what we had just done.Edward’s lips were on mine the moment the door closed.Hot, desperate and unapologetic.My back hit the wall, and he kissed me like a man possessed. Like the years of restraint had finally shattered into ash. His hands had gripped my hips, then my waist, pulling me flush against the solid heat of him.I had moaned into his mouth, clutching at the damp fabric of his shirt. He tasted like rain and something wild, something mine.His kisses had moved to my neck, “I waited,” he had growled between each breath. “Gods, Albert. I waited so long.”I didn’t have words. Just the thundering of my pulse and the searing burn of our bond snapping taut between us.I had clung to him as if my life had depended on it, whispering, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”In a flash, he had swept me into his arms.I gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he carried me across the room like I weighed no

• Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor    37. The Smell of Death

  Albert I told myself it was just closure.That was the lie I clung to as I walked through the pines again, this time on two legs, heart heavy with resolve and dread. The forest was quieter now, as if it too were holding its breath. I kept my head down, my hands jammed into my coat pockets to keep from turning back. Each step toward Edward’s house made my chest ache harder.I was going to reject him. Tell him we couldn't be mates, not now, not ever.I had to. For my sanity. For Emon. For the wound still festering in me that no apology could heal. If I wanted to move forward and to heal, I needed to do away with him.But gods help me… I didn’t want to.His scent was in the air before I reached the porch, pine, leather and… something deeper. Warmer. It pulled at something feral inside me. My wolf, the fool, stirred with a slow whine.Don’t do this, I told him.But he didn’t listen. He never had.I knocked once.The door opened almost immediately.Edward stood there in jeans and a therma