Forbidden
Anne roared back, her professional restraint fully disintegrating.
In one swift, forceful motion, she closed the remaining gap between them, smashing her body flush against Lauren's.
Her hands traveled up to frame Lauren’s face, her thumbs roughly but tenderly wiping away the tears that finally escaped the younger woman's eyes.
"I don't give a damn about Chiara, and I don't give a damn if the dean fires me right now," Anne whispered dangerously, her breath hot against Lauren's lips.