S*x With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
And on the first Friday evening, as I crossed the lower courtyard under clearing skies and felt Jason’s presence rise through the bond from beyond the south gate—warm, waiting, unmistakably mine without needing to claim it in public—I realized the first week had taught me something brutal and useful.
Enforced distance can starve a fantasy.
It cannot starve a truth willing to keep choosing itself.
I pulled my coat tighter against the wind and kept walking toward him.
Not because I had no center of my own.
Not because I needed an axis.
But because the day was done, the gates marked the edge of the academy’s reach, and beyond them waited a man who had learned—slowly, painfully, imperfectly—that