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55. Guilt and Remorse
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Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 60. The Man I Didn't Know
AlbertWhen I opened the door, I didn’t expect to be met by a towering figure whose presence filled the entire frame.He was huge, dark-skinned with broad shoulders that strained against his tight, sleeveless shirt. His chest was barrel-like, arms thick with coiled muscle and crisscrossed with faded scars. His face looked like it had been carved from granite: sharp jawline, flattened nose, and deep-set eyes that scanned me like a threat before he tried, and failed, to soften them with a smile. Even that smile looked like it had to fight its way through a decade of street fights and hard years. His hair was cropped low, his beard was rough and patchy, and tattoos snaked up the side of his neck.I didn’t breathe.“Uh… sorry,” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, like someone who didn’t talk unless it was absolutely necessary. “Is Mr. Smith inside?”I blinked, brain scrambling to catch up.“Smith?” I echoed stupidly, because no part of me connected that name to anyone I knew. I had forgot
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 59. Almost
AlI stood frozen in the doorway of our tiny kitchen.There he was. Emon. Back.He was back, he was alive, breathing, as if nothing had happened.He stood at the stove, flipping something in a pan like it was any other evening. Like he hadn’t disappeared for three full days. Like I hadn’t nearly gone mad wondering if he was dead or hurt or… worse…. Left me.His back was turned to me, shoulders moving with the ease of routine. The smell of rosemary and butter lingered in the air. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to run into his arms. I wanted to shake him until the silence cracked. I wanted an explanation. Anything… to get a reaction from him.Instead, I just stood there like a child who had forgotten how to speak.When he finally turned, our eyes locked.He didn’t smile. He didn't flinch. He was cold in a way that I had never seen him. Emon had never looked at me the way he was now.Neither did I speak and I stood there looking at him too.The moment stretched. One long, aching thr
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 58. The third Night
AlbertIt was the third night. Three whole fucking nights.I woke up to silence… again. There was no humming from the kitchen, no faint clicks of Emon typing away on his laptop, no presence. Just that hollow emptiness echoing in the apartment like a cruel reminder that something was terribly, terribly wrong.That I had been left alone… or worse, that something terrible had happened to Emon. I wondered if he had had enough of me and my emotional baggage and decided to leave even without telling me.I sat on the couch, the blanket sliding off my legs. I was still sore, still aching in places that reminded me what Edward and I had done a day earlier. What I had done in the house of the man who had stood with me through it all.I reached for my phone and checked it again. No new messages. No missed calls. I tried calling him again. Still out of reach. A dull pain flared behind my eyes as I clenched the phone in my hand, my stomach churning.He hadn’t come home in three days.Was he ang
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 57. All Ready
EmonThe second night came fast. Too fast.Bibi Kamwe said the ingredients she was to use needed to “rest” under the old moon’s gaze for a full day before the final steps. So I waited, sleeping lightly, dreamless, my ears filled with the echo of old words and the beat of a pulsing rune stone on the table beside me.By the time she summoned me again, the hut felt even darker than before. Shadows had teeth. The candlelight felt colder.“You are ready,” she said, voice like gravel soaked in honey. “The elements are bound. The intention is fed. Now we shape the curse.”She used that word without flinching, curse, and yet I didn’t blink. Maybe it was the sleepless nights. Or maybe it was because some part of me knew this was never going to be clean magic. No spell that untangled a bond as ancient and sacred as a mate bond could come without a stain.“What do I need to do?” I asked.Bibi Kamwe moved like a ghost, pulling a book from beneath the floorboards. The cover was made of some kind o
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 56. First Steps to Darkening
Emon The light in Bibi Kamwe’s hut was dim, the air thick with the smell of burning herbs and old secrets.She had drawn the curtains tighter today. No natural light seeped in. Only the dull orange glow from the coals under the iron cauldron lit the small room, casting flickering shadows on the walls that made everything feel… haunted.“This isn’t a spell, boy,” she said, her voice dry and sharp as dried leaves. “This is a severance. You are going up against nature. The gods. The moon herself. This is not something that forgives mistakes. It takes and you have to be ready.”I nodded. I had long stopped trying to show fear. It had no place here. Not when the woman before me had eyes like ancient wells, deep, dark, and unmoved.“Repeat it back,” she said.I swallowed and recited, voice firm despite the unease in my gut. Whenever I would feel fear, my mind went to Albert and his curled form, in pain. I was doing this for him.“To break a bond, I need the root of the silver bark tree, cr
Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor 55. Guilt and Remorse
Albert When Edward left, a strange kind of silence settled over the apartment. Heavy. Guilt-soaked. Unforgiving.I was lying on the couch, wrapped in one of Emon’s soft blankets, the bond’s afterglow still clinging to my skin like the scent of Edward. My legs still ached. My heart felt heavier than it had in weeks.And the silence…It wasn’t peaceful. It was hollow.It was like something was missing.I blinked up at the ceiling for a long while, trying to ignore the wet patch beneath me on the couch and the soreness nestled deep in my hips. The knot. The shame. The warmth that shouldn’t have been so comforting.I tried not to think about how easily I had melted into Edward again.Then I frowned, suddenly aware of something that sent a trickle of unease down my spine.Where was Emon?I hadn’t seen him… not before Edward came. Not the entire day before that. Not...I sat up slowly, every bone in my body stiff with exhaustion. My throat was dry.Two days. At least.Panic began to coil i
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