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Surrender
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2026-04-03 12:40:44
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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 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 limping slightly. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Can't happen? Feels like it's already happening, Professor." Eliot's gaze darts to the door, and before I can react, he makes a swift move to grab his cane and slip past me. "I need to go," he mutters, his tone clipped. I'm taken aback, but I recover quickly. "Eliot, wait—" He doesn't look back, his long strides eating up the distance to the door. I watch, amused, as he makes his hasty exit, leaving me standing there with a raised eyebrow. I can't help but chuckle to myself as I watch Eliot's hasty exit. Yeah, for someone who's supposedly injured, he sure moves fast when he's motivated. I take a deep breath, running
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, closing the distance between us in one step before my mouth crashed into his. A sharp inhale escaped him, his fingers tightening instinctively in the front of my jacket. His mouth moved against mine. Weeks of irritation and tension seemed to unravel all at once in the narrow space between us. His cane slipped slightly against the wall as his free hand grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, charged tension that had been building since the first time he’d looked at me across that lecture hall. I braced one hand against the wall beside his head, trapping him between my arms. Eliot exhaled sharply against my mouth, his grip tightening. “You,” he mutt
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