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Elena CarsonI freeze on the spot.Killian is standing there in the dimly lit corridor, leaning against the railing. How is he here? Did he watch the show? My brain short-circuits for a second. I just finished grabbing a drink with Shane and I’m a little light-headed, so maybe I’m hallucinating.But no. He’s real. And he’s looking at me.Suddenly the dress feels ten times shorter. The mesh sleeves, the high hem, everything feels too exposed. My body tenses. Chills run down my arms even though it’s warm backstage.“Professor Davenport…” My voice comes out breathy. Weak.He stays perfectly still, controlled as always. “You handled yourself well out there.”Oh shit. He really watched. Heat floods my cheeks. I take one hesitant step closer, hardly believing he’s actually talking to me like this, outside of class.“I almost ran away,” I admit.“I could tell.” A pause. “It was only obvious to someone looking.”His words hit. Someone looking. Meaning him. My neck burns. I don’t know what

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Killian Davenport The kitchen lights turn on at 6:03 a.m. I stand at the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew with my jaw tight. Class isn’t until nine. I shouldn’t even be awake yet. But sleep had been impossible.I’m irritated. Not because of work. Not because of the endless demands from Ronald and my father.But because of Elena.I tell myself it was the dress. The way it clung to her body on that runway, short enough to be indecent, long enough to torment. Then I tell myself it was the runway itself, the confidence in her stride, the way she commanded attention. Then I try to convince myself it’s simply the Carson effect. Sharon’s daughter. Some inherited warmth that disarms people.I’m lying to myself.The real problem was watching her smile at another man. The easy laugh. The hug. The way she lit up for Shane Morales like she never has in my classroom. The real problem was the moment my hand closed around her waist, how perfectly she fit against me, how her body tensed t

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Elena Carson The next day is Saturday, which means it’s supposed to be mother-daughter hangout day for mum and I. It’s almost like a tradition. We hang out together every weekend to catch up on how our week went. It’s basically our way of staying connected. Brunch, gossip, maybe a little shopping. The one thing I can always count on.Except Mom bailed again for the third time in a row.I stare at her text for way too long before tossing my phone onto the bed. [Mom: Work emergency. Sorry, baby. Rain check?]I’m not exactly used to this side of her. No matter how busy she gets, she saves her weekend for me. I’d excused the last three times she canceled because I thought she was too busy with planning the VogueVest show. But it’s over now so what’s her excuse?Instead of spiraling, I do what any reasonable twenty-year-old would do: I text Shane and agree to grab coffee. It’s not a date. Just… a distraction. A very convenient, very safe distraction from the fact that I had a filthy

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Killian DavenportMy living room smells like apples. Fresh apples.I stand in the middle of the space, jaw tight. Elena was just here. Her presence is still everywhere. The faint warmth where she stood in my kitchen. The way she moved around my space.I cross the room and open more windows, letting the afternoon breeze cut through. My skin feels tingly. Unsettled. Might be the fever. I thought if I just ignored it, the change of environment, the stress from Ronald and my father, getting caught in that rain, it would pass. I didn’t think Nora would run straight to our mother and exaggerate. She must have blown it out of proportion.I move to the kitchen to make coffee. The microwave beeps behind me, Elena probably forgot to turn it off. My mind flashes back to her in that sundress just now, the way the fabric rode high on her thighs when she reached for things, the innocent way she moved around my kitchen like she wasn’t driving me insane. It almost felt like she was teasing me.

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Elena Carson I agreed to go on a date with Shane because Nora insisted I give him a fair chance. She thinks he’s a genuinely nice guy and honestly, I think she might be right. So earlier tonight, Nora had helped me prepare for the date. She even let me wear her favorite red velvet dress — which, when I think about it now, might be too much for a dinner date. The restaurant Shane picked is the new one downtown. The ambiance is cool and romantic. Soft lighting, dark wood tables, and a live band playing smooth jazz in the background. We’re seated by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights. Shane is wearing a black shirt and dark slacks, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him dressed in all dark colors. It kind of reminds me of Killian, who I’ve never seen wear anything other than black. I snap myself out of it immediately. On the other hand, I’m wearing red, and I think it just coincides with what Shane is wearing. The dress flows to the ground, sleeveless wi

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Killian DavenportI thought maybe Elena left the date early since she turned the assignment in minutes before midnight. Nora had informed her about the assignment, she’d then told me Elena would turn it in before midnight.A part of me was relieved. But I was wrong. She didn’t leave her date. I’m dropping Nora off because it’s late and she didn’t bring her car. I didn’t expect to see this.I pull up just in time to watch Shane kiss Elena.My hands tighten on the steering wheel until the leather groans. Elena doesn’t pull away. She stands there and lets him kiss her. The sight burns into my brain, his mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, that red dress flowing around her and I know she’s all dressed up for him.Something dark and ugly twists in my chest. Not just jealousy but possession. The kind I know I have no right to feel.And yet the urge to drag her out of there and remind her exactly who she belongs to is so strong it scares me.I force my expression to stay blank as N

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Elena CarsonI wake up feeling undercharged. I didn’t sleep all night because I kept thinking about Killian. What he thought about me. The panic. The guilt. And most importantly, how he wasn’t even affected. He just looked at me with that blank expression and drove off like it was nothing.I hate that I want him affected. I hate that I care so much about what he thinks when I literally did nothing wrong. Shane kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back. Not really. So why am I lying here spiraling like I cheated on someone I’m not even with?Why is he in my head more than the guy I actually went on a date with?A knock on my door pulls me out of it. Nora walks in without waiting.“You’re up?” she asks, already dressed and annoyingly energetic.I sit up, rubbing my eyes. “I’m up.”“I’m sure you barely slept after that kiss. Shane is so lucky.”I force a small smile. “Yeah… yeah.”“So what are you two now?” she presses, flopping onto the edge of my bed.“I… we’re taking it slow.”Nora frowns.

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Elena Carson I spend the whole day at the library making research and looking up materials. The school library is huge, and I’m friends with the librarian, so he gave me easy access to the restricted sections and even pulled some old archives for me.After hours of digging through dusty books and scrolling through old articles, my eyes burn and my back aches from leaning over the desk. The air is a bit stale, and it smells like old paper and polished wood. It’s almost 5pm now. I know Killian gets off work at six, so I have just one hour left. I stare at the computer for a while, feeling sleepy. The last textbook I need is up on the highest shelf. I’d need a ladder to get it.I walk over to the librarian’s desk. His name is George and he’s in his mid fifties, I think. He has warm eyes and a few grey hair that he tries to hide with that librarian cap of his. He always gets offended whenever any of the students call him old.“Can I get the ladder? I need to grab a book from the

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Killian Davenport After having one of the most intense orgasms of my life from getting a blowjob from a stripper and fantasizing it was one of my students, I wouldn’t say it was a proud moment.I hated myself for the entire drive home and had even woken up hungover this morning, but still, I can’t seem to get over the guilt.It was wrong on every fucking level for me to want one of my students, and Elena of all people. But knowing that, realizing that wanting her would most likely cost me my job and ensure a stigma followed me, didn’t stop me from staring at her or lowering my gaze to her barely covered tits when she was in my office this afternoon.She was wearing a V-neck top. I’d never seen her wear one before. It looked so good on her that I had to hold myself back from reaching across the desk.I’d given her a second shot at the assignment because, well, I gave her an unbeatable deadline because of my ego. I had to rectify it. I can’t let my own personal issues affect her

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Killian Davenport A groan nearly spills out of me. Is she really turned on? From what? She was smiling happily in her sleep an hour ago. Maybe she had a sex dream? Girls her age have those all the time. My jaw tightens. But about who?I snap myself. I’m not a pervert. Why would I want to know who was in her sex dream?I exhale, getting myself under control. “You’ve been here all along?”“Professor Davenport,” she says, voice a little shaky. “I finished the assignment.”She drops the papers on my desk and folds her arms around her chest. I see it anyway, her nipples, hard and obvious against the fabric. My cock twitches again. Fuck.I go through it quickly. “Good job.”She turns immediately and starts to walk to the door. A part of me doesn’t want her to leave in that state. Getting a cab at this hour might be hard too.But her staying is more dangerous too. I exhale sharply.“Wait, Miss Carson.”She freezes.I clear my throat, “I’m almost done. I can drop you off.”Her voice is

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