In My Professor's Arms
I research Aurora Press online, finding articles about his resignation, the press’s bold mission—erotica with literary edge.
The idea excites me, my blog posts suddenly feeling tame, and I wonder what he sees in my words, what he wants from me. José notices my mood, asking if I’m okay, and I brush it off with a kiss, the lie sitting heavy. By Thursday, I decide—I’ll go to the reading, just to see, to understand.
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Friday evening arrives, the air crisp as I step out, my black dress hugging my curves, a choice I don’t admit is for him. José is at his gallery opening, giving me an excuse, and I drive to 45 Elm Street, my hands tight on the wheel.
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