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I Couldn't Stay Away For Long
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In My Professor's Arms I Couldn't Stay Away For Long
It had been two days since I last saw David. Just two days, but it felt way too long.I was sitting on my bed, my legs tucked under me, the soft hum of the air conditioner brushing gently against my skin.I stared at the phone screen, the last message from him still open. nothing else after that "Hope your day wasn’t too hard. I miss you." I read it again and again, and the more I did, the more this ache inside me grew. The more I want to be with him.I missed him. I missed him so much. I miss his voice. The way his eyes look at me. The way he touched me without even touching me. The warmth of his presence, I miss everything.It was close to 9 PM when I grabbed my jacket. I didn’t bother dressing up. Just a plain white tank top and soft grey shorts that hugged my hips. I slipped on my slides and grabbed my keys, texting him on the way out."I need to see you."He responded instantly."If you're coming, The door’s open for you everytime."I didn’t know how fast I drove until I pulled
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It started with an apology.David messaged me at dawn. "I'm sorry for it. For the kiss. For pushing. I shouldn't have."I stared at the words longer than I should, my body trembling at the recall.The kiss wasn't the problem. It was the way I wanted it never to stop."You didn't push," I typed slowly. "It was just… a lot."His response came a moment later. "Yeah. It was. But it didn't feel wrong."Neither did the next one. An easy one."Dinner tonight? At my place. Just you and me. You don't have to say yes, you really don't."I did say yes.***He opened the door in a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, barefoot, and the way he was relaxed made my belly flip.The apartment was warm, not just in temperature but in mood. Wood floors, soft rugs, an old guitar propped against the corner, the scent of cedar and coffee wafting through the air."You came," he said, as if he didn't believe it. His eyes raked my face with hope and concern entwined."I said I would." My voice was too quiet, too sultr
In My Professor's Arms The Kiss That Ruined Everything
It started innocently, as things mostly did. A blue-sky Saturday, a soft wind blowing.David had called that morning, his voice relaxed and teasing."Come over, Em. Just for a bit. I have that Ethiopian roast you like and the afternoon free. Let's keep it simple. No hospital talk."I waited. The silence after his words was too burdensome, but my heart was tired of second-guessing.So, I said yes. I dressed down, a pale sweater and jeans, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, some gloss on my lips. No hope, just interest and the feeling of ease that'll definitely come.His place was tucked in a quiet neighborhood, far from the city's pulse. A brownstone with ivy crawling up the side and flower pots by the steps. When he opened the door, he was barefoot, in a white tee and joggers, smile wide and real."You’re here," he said, like it was a surprise. Maybe it actually was, for both of us.Within it smelled of coffee and cinnamon. Books were stacked haphazardly, a blanket thrown over the co
In My Professor's Arms He Didn’t Touch Me, But My Body Still Reacted
My office was differently silent today.Sunlight filtered through the blinds, striping my desk in gold. The air was cool, scented faintly with antiseptic and the vanilla sweetness of a candle I'd burned to cut the edge off the day.I sat with my white coat draped over the chair, blouse loose, skirt tight. My dark hair fell freely around my shoulders, unbrushed, brushing against my skin like a whisper.My phone buzzed.David Peterson’s name lit the screen, his last message still hanging in the thread, “Caught up yet, or still saving lives?”His wit sharp, our daily chats a rhythm I’d come to crave. My heart fluttered. Loneliness flickered and vanished. The world warmed, alive again.There was something in David's presence that sparked something real. Our texts had deepened since we'd had dinner, deepening from flirtation to midnight calls. His voice unwavering.His stories imbued with past and promise. I'd spoken to him of my fears. He'd spoken to me of his hopes. My laughter came more
In My Professor's Arms He Touched My Hand… and My Body Betrayed Me
The city sparkled in the dying light, its skyline ablaze with gold. The restaurant before me shone softly, its lights spilling onto the sidewalk like liquid amber.The air was heavy with the intoxicating scent of roses in bloom and the far hum of traffic.I stood outside, racing heart in my chest, amidst the soft rush of anticipation. My dark blue dress hugged my waist, modest yet sophisticated.Low heels clicked beneath me. My hair, undone, but finely brushed fell over my shoulders, ticking my skin like a whisper.I'd stuffed my cardigan into my bag at the last minute—half nerves, half indecision.David Peterson's words of the night before echoed in my mind: "Dinner. Just me, Just you, Just us." So simple. So out of nowhere. A surprise that sparked something in me after too many long, lonely nights.His invitation chipped away at the solitude I'd worn like armor. The cold that Victor left behind. The silence of my boys. The dist
In My Professor's Arms My Lonely Nights Changed with One Late-Night Call
My apartment was quiet, as it always is. The air was cool, scented with the subtle smell of lavender from the diffuser on the counter.I sat on the couch, cardigan open over a comfortable tee, pajama pants warm against my skin.My dark hair dropped to my shoulders, touching me softly as I ignored it. In my hand, my phone glowed. David's name appeared on the screen."Any opinion on the new hospital policy?" It was an excuse. He just needed something to start the conversation because our conversations had long surpassed the workplace.My heart skipped a beat. My solitude wasn't so biting. His warm words made the quiet apartment less empty.It began after the day he came. The business card we both exchanged when he asked. His voice still echoing, "I'll be in touch."That first message was business, a question about the maternity program. I answered warily, all business. Then yesterday, his tone shifted."Ever tired of hospital food?I’d laughed softly, surprising myself. “Only every day
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