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Dinner

Penulis: Mysticfox
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-15 00:11:57

CALEB

The room was silent, save for the erratic sound of our breathing.The wreckage of the last hour was scattered across the mattress—tangled sheets, Eliot’s discarded shirt hanging off the edge of the bed, and a heavy, lingering heat that made the air feel thick.

I stayed slumped over him for a long minute, my forehead resting against his damp shoulder. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, a dull rhythm that matched the pulse I could feel in his neck.

"You're remarkably quiet,"
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  • FROZEN LINES   Dinner

    CALEB The room was silent, save for the erratic sound of our breathing.The wreckage of the last hour was scattered across the mattress—tangled sheets, Eliot’s discarded shirt hanging off the edge of the bed, and a heavy, lingering heat that made the air feel thick. I stayed slumped over him for a long minute, my forehead resting against his damp shoulder. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, a dull rhythm that matched the pulse I could feel in his neck. "You're remarkably quiet," I said. Eliot’s eyes fluttered open, dark and unfocused for a second before they locked onto mine. A slow, faint trace of a smile touched his mouth. "I think," he rasped, his voice breaking on the words, "I’ve run out of things to say, Caleb." I reached out, my thumb tracing the red mark on his collarbone. He shivered at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut again. "I like you better when you're not thinking about the next sentence." "This doesn't change tomorrow," he whispered, though th

  • FROZEN LINES   Go out for dinner with me?

    CALEB "You’re playing a dangerous game, Caleb," he breathed. "Discussing... starvation in a room full of witnesses? You were bold. " "I was honest," I said, closing the final inch between us. I rested my palms against the bookshelves on either side of his head, pinning him there. "You’re the one who asked the question. You wanted to know what happens when the ice breaks." I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "It’s breaking, Eliot. Right now." His hand snapped up, his fingers threading into my hair just like I’d been picturing all through his lecture. "I should fail you," he whispered, his thumb dragging across my lower lip, pulling it down to reveal the teeth he’d felt against his skin in the dark. "I should kick you out of this office and never look at you again." "But you won't," I challenged, a slow smirk spreading across my face. "Because you're still hungry." He let out a low, wrecked sound and lunged forward, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss b

  • FROZEN LINES   Surrender

    CALEB Professor Eliot is at the front of the room, leaning against his mahogany desk while he dissects some Romantic era poem about longing. His voice is smooth and perfectly controlled—the complete opposite of the wrecked, breathless sounds he was making in the backseat of my car seventy-two hours ago. I can’t stop looking at his hands.All I can see is those same long fingers knotted in my hair, anchoring me to him. I can still feel the weight of his body pressing me into the passenger seat and the sharp, desperate way he gasped my name. The air in the lecture hall feels too thin. Every time he paces towards my side of the room, the scent of his cologne hits me and my pulse spikes. Eliot pauses, his thumb tracing the edge of his book. He looks up, his gaze sweeping over the sea of students until it hits me. He knows exactly what I’m doing. He knows I haven't written down a single word of his lecture because I’m too busy replaying the feeling of his skin against mine. "Mr. F

  • FROZEN LINES   I finally got you ,Professor.

    ELIOT The gear shift was a cold, jagged reminder of the space between us, but I stopped caring about the discomfort the second my mouth found his. All the weeks of calculated distance disintegrated. I hauled him towards me, my fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket before sliding upward to anchor in his hair. I needed to feel the weight of him, the reality of him, to drown out the voice in my head telling me I was twice his age and should know better. But Caleb wasn't letting me think. He was a low groan against my lips, his hands frantic as they found the hem of my sweater, sliding underneath to find bare skin. His palms were warm, a shocking contrast to the chill still clinging to the car windows. I shuddered, a raw, broken sound escaping my throat that I didn't recognize as my own. I pushed back, pressing him into the passenger seat. The space was too small, the steering wheel digging into my hip, but the restriction only made the hunger sharper. "Eliot," he gasped in

  • FROZEN LINES   I should not have come

    ELIOT I shouldn't be here. I've told myself a hundred times that I'm crossing a line, that this is a mistake. Yet, here I am, standing in the shadows of this parking lot, waiting for him. The flight was a blur, fueled by...I don't know what. Impulse, maybe. Or stupidity. I've been his professor for an year, and every time I see him, I feel this pull. It's wrong. He's my student, and I'm his teacher. Boundaries exist for a reason. Caleb was walking towards me, a smirk on his face,he knows exactly what he's doing to me. I try to keep my expression neutral, but I can feel the tension building. "Professor. Didn't peg you as a stalker," he says, raising an eyebrow. I feel a flicker of annoyance at the word, but it's quickly replaced by awareness. "Huh. I thought you said you'd not come, Professor," he says, a grin creeping onto his face. "Guess you can't resist the Caleb magic." I try to keep my cool. "I said it wasn't a good idea. Didn't say I wouldn't." He's closer now, e

  • FROZEN LINES   He came after all

    CALEB Eliot's eyes flick up to mine, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. "Caleb, I'm busy. You need to leave." I lean in, just a bit, my voice low and even. "I'm not going anywhere, Professor. Not until we talk." His gaze lingers on mine, then he looks away, a small sigh escaping. "Fine. What do you want to talk about?" I grin, knowing I've got him cornered. "Oh, I think you know, Professor." His grip on my arm is firm as he pulls me towards his office. He doesn't say a word, just nods for me to follow. Once we're inside, he releases me and steps back, his expression stern. "What happened last time can not repeat itself, Caleb." I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the door. "Why's that, Professor?" Eliot's gaze is intense. "You know why. You're my student. This... whatever this is, it's not appropriate." I push off the door, taking a step closer. "You kissed me back, Professor." His eyes flash, but he doesn't back down. "That was a mistake. It won't happ

  • FROZEN LINES   Am I reckless ?

    CALEB I didn’t make it past the door. Fuck it. Eliot Ward was exactly where I’d left him. Leaning against the wall, cane in one hand,arranging his items in his bag. His head lifted the moment he heard me coming. “You—” My hand caught his coat and pushed him gently back against the wall,

  • FROZEN LINES   You done avoid me?

    CALEB His eyes widen slightly as he releases my shirt, pushing against my chest to create distance. His expression is a mix of shock and panic as he scrambles to regain composure. "Caleb, we—this can't happen," he says, his voice firm but shaking slightly. He takes a step back, his injured leg l

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