LOGINChapter 3 It’s Saturday. I woke up with only one thing on my mind the tutorial the seniors were holding. I had heard about it the day before in class and the moment they mentioned seniors would be teaching I already hoped Martins would be one of them. I got dressed faster than usual, fixed my hair twice, and left the dorm with my notebook even though I knew I probably wouldn’t write much. The lecture hall was already half full when I arrived. I picked a seat not too close to the front but close enough that I would see clearly. My leg kept bouncing while I waited. Every time the door opened my eyes jumped up, checking if it was him. Then he walked in. Martins. He stepped to the front with two other seniors, but I only saw him. His outfit looked simple and perfect at the same time shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing the strength in his arms. He spoke to the other seniors for a moment before taking the center. When he started the tutorial his voice filled the room the sam
Chapter 2 I woke up early the next morning, earlier than I needed to. My body was still full of that restless energy from the day before. I kept seeing his face every time I closed my eyes the way he looked at me when he caught me, the sound of his voice, the feel of those strong hands on my arms. I tried to push it aside while I bathed and got dressed. Today was the real start. First lecture. I needed to be focused. I left the dorm with my bag properly packed and my notebook ready. The campus still felt big and strange. Paths going in different directions, buildings that all looked the same to me. I walked for a while thinking I knew where I was going until I realized I had taken the wrong turn twice. Students moved past me like they already knew every corner. I didn’t want to look completely lost, but I had no choice. I saw someone walking a few steps ahead and tapped him lightly on the back. “Hello, plea…” He turned around before I could finish the word. My mouth closed on it
Chapter 1It was a great day for me when I finally got the admission letter. I kept reading it over and over in my room, smiling like a fool. I was finally leaving home, changing environment, starting fresh in a new school. No more same streets, same faces, same everything. I packed my bags that same week with more excitement than I had felt in a long time.The following week I went to the campus to sort out the remaining things registration, hostel allocation, all the small stuff they make you run around for. The place was bigger than I expected. Students everywhere, seniors walking like they already owned the ground. I tried not to look lost even though I was.Then orientation day came.They packed us into a large hall and started talking about rules, behaviour, how we should focus on our studies and not get distracted. I sat somewhere in the middle, notebook open, trying to listen. My mind was already set. No guy distractions this time. Just books, lectures, and making my people pr
Chapter 5 A week after I submitted my final paper the grades went up. I checked once, saw the mark, and closed the laptop. The semester was over. He was no longer my lecturer. That same night I looked up the address attached to his staff profile. Off campus, ten-minute walk from the edge of the university. I didn’t text. I didn’t overthink it. I just put on a dress that zipped up the back and left my dorm with nothing in my hands but my keys. His building was quiet. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and knocked once. Lawrence opened the door like he’d been waiting. Same dark shirt, sleeves rolled, no shoes. His eyes moved over me once, slow, then he stepped aside. The second the door shut behind me he had me against it. His mouth was on mine hard and open, one hand already dragging the zipper of my dress down my back. The fabric loosened and he pushed it off my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. I kicked it away and yanked at his shirt until the buttons gave. Skin met
Chapter 4 The days after that walk felt longer than they should have. Every lecture I sat in the middle row again and tried not to stare at his hands. Every time he said my name for an answer my pulse dropped straight between my legs. We didn’t talk about the path or the way he had almost closed the distance under the trees. We just kept circling each other in office hours and seminars like the tension wasn’t already thick enough to choke on. Thursday evening I stayed after his last office hour under the usual excuse of one more question about the final paper. The building had emptied out. Most of the lights in the hallway were already dimmed. Rain had been threatening all afternoon and by the time I sat down across from his desk it started coming down hard against the windows. We went through two pages of notes before the power flickered. A low rumble of thunder rolled over the building. Lawrence glanced at the dark glass. “Storm’s worse than they said.” I nodded and kept my eye
Chapter 3 I went back the next week like he knew I would. The second office hour session ran even longer than the first. We argued over every paragraph until my notes were useless and my thighs were pressed so tight together I could barely walk straight when I left. He still kept the door closed the whole time. He still watched my mouth when I talked. He still told me in that same calm voice to come back if I wanted to keep going. I did. Twice more. By the time the late evening seminar rolled around I was so wound up that even the sound of him saying my name in class made my stomach drop. The seminar ran past nine. Most of the other students packed up the second he dismissed us and scattered into the dark. I stayed in my seat longer than I needed to, pretending to finish a note that didn’t matter. When the room was almost empty I stood and walked down to the front. “One more question,” I said. Lawrence was packing his bag. He looked up, eyes steady on mine. “Ask it.” I asked some
Chapter 5: The First TouchThe next few nights blurred into a haze of secret anticipation. Every evening after dinner, Colt would catch my eye across the table with that knowing look and murmur, “Night ride tonight, little filly. Wear something easy to move in.” My body had started craving it befo
Chapter 4: Private Night RidesThe house had gone quiet after dinner, but sleep felt impossible. My body still hummed from the day’s chores and another riding lesson where Colt’s hands had lingered just a second too long on my hips. I was standing by my window again, staring at the moonlit pasture
Chapter 3: Settling In and Sparks IgniteThe days started blurring together in the best kind of way. By the third morning, my muscles ached from yesterday’s ride, but I refused to complain. After breakfast eggs, bacon, and strong black coffee that Colt made like it was his personal mission to wake
Chapter 2: First Riding LessonThe morning sun was already blazing by the time Colt led me out to the corral after breakfast. My jeans felt too tight, my boots borrowed and stiff, and my heart hammered like I was about to step onto a stage instead of a dusty paddock.Daisy stood waiting, a sweet c







