Secret Affair With My Professor
But neither of them was actually working anymore.
Another twenty minutes passed before Aiden finally stood up. He needed space.
“I’ll get you another reference book,” he said, walking toward the shelf by the window.
Julian watched him go. The way Aiden moved, straight-backed, calm, confident, it did something to him. There was something unfair about how composed he looked, as if nothing in the world could shake him.
Aiden picked a book and went back to the desk. Just as he was about to place it in front of Julian, Julian reached to take it, but their fingers brushed again.
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