Sinful Cravings
Andrew inquired, and I quickly turned on my phone screen, staring at the time, which was boldly written: 10:12 pm.
“Fuck, I have lost track of time again,” I lamented in a low voice, but Mr. Andrew was able to hear my words.
He chuckled softly, then he slid his hands deep into his trouser pockets. “Do you need help with your studies?”
I shook my head. “Umm, for now, I don’t think I do,” I whispered as I began to arrange my bag, because there was no one else in the library except myself and Mr. Andrew.
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