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Morning After

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last update 게시일: 2026-06-10 23:41:57

ELIOT

The scent of sex, mixed with the musky pheromones of our sweat and the lingering trace of fluids on the sheets, hung heavy in the air. The sheer comfort of his hard member pressing idly against my rear in his sleep made the thought of moving from this warmth torturous.

A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was already past six, and my first lecture of the day was scheduled for eight thirty.Carefully, almost breathlessly, I began the agonizing process of pulling
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  • FROZEN LINES   Morning After

    ELIOT The scent of sex, mixed with the musky pheromones of our sweat and the lingering trace of fluids on the sheets, hung heavy in the air. The sheer comfort of his hard member pressing idly against my rear in his sleep made the thought of moving from this warmth torturous. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was already past six, and my first lecture of the day was scheduled for eight thirty.Carefully, almost breathlessly, I began the agonizing process of pulling myself away from his heavy warmth. I gritted my teeth, a low gasp escaping my lips as the sudden movement sent a sharp, liquid reminder of his completion from last night trickling down my thigh. The hot stream from the faucet did little to wash away the phantom ache of him, but the humid sanctuary of the bathroom shattered the moment the door clicked open. Caleb’s massive, muscular frame pressed directly against my bare back, pinning me tightly against the edge of the marble vanity. "Goin

  • FROZEN LINES   Make me forget

    ELIOT The tears burning my eyes weren't enough. The weeping wasn't enough. The agony of the last months had left a starving void inside my chest, and looking at Caleb through a blur of tears didn't make him feel real. The grief twisted into something feral. I didn't want his pity. I needed his skin. With raw hunger, I lunged forward.The vulnerability vanished, masked by a raging, desperate hunger. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him down to me, my mouth crashing onto his with a bruising, frantic intensity. I bit his lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from him, using the opening to thrust my tongue into his mouth. I needed to taste the heat of him, to feel the exact weight of his chest crushing mine, to anchors myself in the reality that he was actually here, remembering me. "Eli—" he gasped against my mouth, but I drowned out his voice with another suffocating kiss. My hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer as if I could absorb his very essence into th

  • FROZEN LINES   Back to being mine

    CALEB By nine o’clock, I was standing in the shadows of Eliot’s front porch, the heavy fabric of a dark hoodie pulled up to obscure my face. The neighbourhood was dead quiet save for the occasional cars driving by. "You shouldn't have come," he whispered. I stepped straight over the threshold, forcing him to backtrack into the foyer as I shut the heavy door behind me. "I told you I’d be here at nine, Eliot," I muttered. "And I don't break my promises." Eliot was in pyjamas,the material hugging him in the right places.The dimly lit living room masked him in a sexy orange hue. Just like a moth drawn to a light,I drifted to his bedroom.The velvet bed carpet, the king bed in the middle. " Come here ,Eliot." Without hesitation, he walked towards me,his shadow reaching before him.He stopped right in front of me.I pulled him by his wrist, settling him on my thighs. The scent of his bodywash driving me into a frenzy. "Why didn't you resist?" I rasped on his neck. "Would y

  • FROZEN LINES   I'm back

    CALEB I waited ten minutes into the lecture before pushing the heavy wooden doors open.I walked past my usual row, marched straight down to the very front of the theatre, and pulled out a chair. I sat down, slung my arms back, and stared at him. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Foster," Eliot murmured. "Traffic was brutal, Professor," I replied smoothly, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "Don't let me interrupt." For the next fifty minutes,my eyes were never off him. Every time Eliot faced the class, my gaze was waiting. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept snapping back to me. When the clock hit noon and the class cleared out, I stayed pinned to my seat. Once the heavy door clicked shut, Eliot slowly lowered his head, gripping the edges of the podium. When he finally looked up, his armour was completely gone. "What do you want, Mr Foster ?" "I was just thinking about my essay topic, Professor," I replied. "I want to write about boundaries. About how a space can change d

  • FROZEN LINES   Back in the cast

    CALEB The two-lecture hiatus felt like an eternity. The room filled up around me. The usual chatter of students talking about their weekend plans bounced off the concrete walls, but I couldn't focus on any of it. My eyes were locked on the heavy wooden door at the front of the room. When the door finally pushed open, the room went entirely quiet in my head. Professor Ward walked in,he was leaning heavily on a pair of sleek, black forearm crutches, his left leg encased in a thick, orthopaedic walking cast. A collective murmur passed through the classroom. "Good morning," Ward said, his voice tightly controlled as he navigated the narrow space behind his podium. He propped the crutches against the wall and carefully shifted his weight, a sharp grimace flashing across his face . "Open your texts." I stared at the black cast on his leg. My vision suddenly swam, the bright fluorescent lights of the lecture hall blurring into a dizzying smear of colours. The sound of rustlin

  • FROZEN LINES   Missing pieces

    CALEB I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the printout the hospital administrator had handed my mom. It listed my intake details from the night of the crash. Right there, under Emergency Contact, it didn't say Mom or Dad. It wasn't Miller, my hockey co-captain. It said Eliot Ward. " Why the hell was my English professor the first person the hospital called?" When I asked my parents, they just shrugged. They figured Professor Ward was my academic advisor, or maybe he just happened to be nearby when the ambulance arrived. But it didn't make sense. I’m a senior. I know who my advisor is, and it isn't the guy who teaches the Senior Seminar. Besides, Miller told me Ward stayed at the hospital until four in the morning. Professors don't do that.Not even for the star of the hockey team. I wanted to see his face when I thanked him. I wanted to see if he’d drop a hint about what I was missing. But he just stood there behind his desk. Now, sitting in his Monday morning class,

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