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I had to go to the bathroom to freshen up. The moment Dr Reynolds approached me, my body temperature rose to a dangerous level. I could feel sweat on the back of my neck and tapped it with a dampened tissue paper.

Whenever Professor Reynolds was around, I felt weird like my chest tightened and my mind raced for no good reason. It wasn’t about attraction or being gay. I wasn’t gay. Back home, my parents used to call me effeminate because I never wanted to sleep with girls like they expected. But
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  • A TASTE OF SIN   Feeling tense

    As we ate, I listened to Blair attentively as he told me about himself and his life prior to Durham. It was surreal how I had never really asked him some basic questions before getting intimate with him. That was a testament to the undeniable attraction we had for one another, because we completely skipped the small talk stage.That and also the fact that we had never gone on an actual date, the type normal people go on when they don't have to keep their involvement a secret.As he spoke, detailing his short-lived time in France, an unsettling thought crept over me, but I chose to push it down. What was I doing? Why was I asking all these questions when I wasn't sure what I wanted with him? It wasn't as if we'd ever have a normal relationship, so why was I feeding that idea and hope?I pushed those thoughts aside for now. I didn't care about the consequences, I just wanted him, all of him, his body, his person, his history. Besides, I was extremely curious about the boy who had comple

  • A TASTE OF SIN   Feeling tense

    As we ate, I listened to Blair attentively as he told me about himself and his life prior to Durham. It was surreal how I had never really asked him some basic questions before getting intimate with him. That was a testament to the undeniable attraction we had for one another, because we completely skipped the small talk stage.That and also the fact that we had never gone on an actual date, the type normal people go on when they don't have to keep their involvement a secret.As he spoke, detailing his short-lived time in France, an unsettling thought crept over me, but I chose to push it down. What was I doing? Why was I asking all these questions when I wasn't sure what I wanted with him? It wasn't as if we'd ever have a normal relationship, so why was I feeding that idea and hope?I pushed those thoughts aside for now. I didn't care about the consequences, I just wanted him, all of him, his body, his person, his history. Besides, I was extremely curious about the boy who had comple

  • A TASTE OF SIN   Feels wrong

    I felt like I was going to be sick. Anger and humiliation were running through my veins, blinding my vision.My stomach was in knots, my eyes were burning from holding back tears. My heart was contorting painfully in my chest.And underneath the anger, there was something else I didn’t want to name. Something that made my pulse pick up for reasons that had nothing to do with rage.How much more proof do you need that he is a total bastard?Why did he do this? Why was he so sweet in the morning and a total jackass now?What truly pissed me off was that I knew he was right.Whatever happened in his apartment could never happen again. He was sweet and kind and thoughtful, and he made me feel comfortable and that just couldn't be. I couldn't be feeling those types of feelings towards him.And yet, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I’d caught myself noticing his hands, his voice, the way he moved around the kitchen. Stuff I’d only ever caught myself noticing about women before.When I got to

  • A TASTE OF SIN   So drunk

    I had to go to the bathroom to freshen up. The moment Dr Reynolds approached me, my body temperature rose to a dangerous level. I could feel sweat on the back of my neck and tapped it with a dampened tissue paper.Whenever Professor Reynolds was around, I felt weird like my chest tightened and my mind raced for no good reason. It wasn’t about attraction or being gay. I wasn’t gay. Back home, my parents used to call me effeminate because I never wanted to sleep with girls like they expected. But that didn’t mean I liked guys either. I just was who I was.But damn, why the hell did the professor always look at me like that? Sometimes I thought he might be gay. Maybe that’s why his eyes lingered on me longer than usual.Do you think you look good in that suit tonight? Do you think you're all grown up?"Fuck!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the marble counter of the sink."What's wrong?" Asked Maddox as he came out from one of the stalls."Knocked myself ." I said, concealing the true r

  • A TASTE OF SIN   his apology

    He reached for my upper arm, halting my stride. His touch wasn't harsh or hard, just solid. He kept me in place. "What happened back there?"I turned to him, my mouth in the shape of an "o". What happened? Was he seriously asking?"Dr Reynolds, with all due respect, but are you fucking kidding me?""Language, De Montmorency," he said gravely, but I cut him short."You ask me to come here, to your office, at this hour, to show you a painting I did outside of the academic context, when you're not even my art teacher, just to smear in my face how terrible it is?"He let go of my arm. Maybe my speech made something click in his brain."How do you think that made me feel? You aren't even a painter! This was just mean. And I won't apologize for disagreeing with you, what you said wasn't constructive criticism, at all."He was silent, my voice echoing in the deserted entrance hall."I came after you because I forgot to say a few things."He said, his hand reaching the back pocket of his pant

  • A TASTE OF SIN   Can't kill her

    The bodyguard standing outside the ward checked my handbag carefully, his thick fingers rifling through every compartment with mechanical precision. His face was expressionless, eyes trained to detect the slightest anomaly. When he was sure everything was OK, one of the other bodyguards—a taller man with a Bluetooth earpiece and a permanent frown etched into his face—gave a short, silent nod and motioned for me to come in.None of them noticed what I had hidden in my sleeve. A slim, glinting scalpel, carefully wrapped in gauze to muffle its presence, pressed cold and sharp against the soft flesh of my arm.I stepped into the hospital ward, the door clicking softly shut behind me like the closing of a trap. The room was awash in sterile white light, the smell of antiseptic clinging thick in the air, barely masked by the lingering sweetness of flowers. Tessa was sitting on a large hospital bed with her back propped against a mountain of pillows, dressed in a light blue hospital gown tha

  • A TASTE OF SIN   Don't tell her

    Hudson’s eyes flicked to mine, sharp and questioning, but he stayed silent, thumb still lazily tracing circles over my hip like he was trying to keep me grounded.I swallowed hard, the taste of him still thick on my tongue, and forced my voice steadier this time.“Yeah, sorry—got held up. One of th

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  • A TASTE OF SIN   The argument between the couple

    The next couple of days were weird. You're probably thinking that Hudson has been doing more crazy things to me, but that's not it. He's barely even acknowledged that I existed. Yes I went for the practice and met in locker rooms, talked about the game but even then, it wasn't a stimulating convers

    last updateZuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-24
  • A TASTE OF SIN   Can’t be friends

    “What the hell was that, Corbett?” I snarled, my voice low and venomous. “Huh? Did I hit a nerve? Was I annoying you? Answer me.”The blonde brute animalistically growled at me. Hudson said a round of swears before trying to push us apart. "Shut the Hell up, Carter!" So I was back to a last name ba

    last updateZuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-20
  • A TASTE OF SIN   Annoying as usual

    I trudged down the thin corridors of my high school earlier than usual, back arched and shoulders sunken.Although I was getting more and more fed up with this week, yesterday with the hung over was my tipping point. I was slipping from the thin balance beam, and I was probably going to plummet to

    last updateZuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-18
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