The desire was too strong to see him, find him. It's so wrong. So forbidden. He is my professor, not a boy of my age. We seldom talk, but every part of me longs to stay with him, share everything, and learn about every thought in his mind.

"Ika?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it wrong that I am attracted to him?"

"Professor Vayne?" She blinked, then smiled softly. "Definitely not. You can be attracted to anyone, Amaira- it's not something you choose. Feelings don't ask for permission."

I looked down. How do I tell her that it's more than attraction? That it's not simple - it's a pull I can't fight, a desire that feels wrong but too strong to ignore.

"Yeah," I murmured, trying to shift the conversation. "Tell me about you. How do you feel about Abhimanyu?"

"Abhimanyu?" Her lips curved into a faint smile. "He feels like home - the kind of person you can look at, talk to, fight with, and he'll still be there, never judging." She paused, her eyes softening. "But love isn't just comfort. It's deeper. You fall for everything they are - their flaws, their chaos, their quiet. Your heart aches for them, but it still chooses them."

Her words lingered in the air, heavy yet strangely soothing.

I stared at the floor, tracing the cracks on the tiles with my eyes, pretending to think about something else - but all I could see was him.

Professor Vayne.

The way his gaze lingered longer than it should. The way his voice seemed to sink into my skin, calm yet commanding. The way Vixi left his mouth.

I shook my head- it was wrong.

So wrong.

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"Professor, may I come in?" Her sweet voice distracted me from reading 'The Reaper', and I looked from the book that I just opened to see her, her pink crop on which today was printed 'Nerdy Vibes

"Professor, may I come in?" Her sweet voice distracted me from reading 'The Reaper', and I looked from the book that I just opened to see her, her pink crop on which today was printed 'Nerdy Vibes.' I mentally shook my head.

"Professor?" She spoke again, bringing me out of my thoughts, which were surrounded by no one but her.

"Yes, come in," I spoke, closing the book.

"Oh, wait. Were you reading 'The Reaper' by Runyx?" She spoke, her tone laced with excitement.

Oh fuck, she saw that? It's embarrassing.

"I couldn't read that?" I frowned, trying my best to hide my embarrassment.

"Of course you can, Professor. I was just shocked that you were into these books," she said as she approached and settled onto the stool beside me. Her thighs brushed against mine, causing my breath to hitch and my heart to race. Yet, I managed to whisper the words.

"I was not until days before."

"How come?"

"I read a quote somewhere of this book, it caught my attention."

She looked at me curiously, "Which quote?"

"So curious, Vixi, are we?" She rolled her eyes, and a small smile played on her face.

"Btw, did you read The Predator?"

"Yes, I completed that in one night."

"Aw, I also completed that in one night. The tension, slow burn, everything was so perfect between Morana and Tristan." She spoke, her eyes sparkling with excitement. A smile pulled on my face as I looked at her. She is so adorable.

"Yes. The ending was so good."

"Aghh, that was my favorite part. I will read that book again." She spoke.

"You like it that much?"

"Like? I love that series. I have read a thousand times." I nodded.

"You are on the first chapter of 'The Reaper?" She spoke now, her voice a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I was reading it."

"Oh, god. I can't imagine you reading that part. It feels strange," she cried out.

"Which part?" I frowned.

"You read that." I opened the book to read, "Ya, will you read it in front of me? Read it after."

I frowned, but I anyway nodded.

"Why are you here, Vixi?" I asked, closing the book and leaning back slightly in my chair.

"Oh-uh, I just came to give you an assignment." She held out a file, trying to look casual, but her fingers fidgeted against the cover.

"You could've given it tomorrow in class," I said, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged, "Could've. But you see, I was getting bored."

I sighed, taking the file in my hand while her hand brushed against mine, a tingling sensation settling inside my stomach.

She looked around my cabin, taking in everything, "It's too dark here, don't you think, Professor?"

"So, do you expect me to paint it pink, Vixi?" My voice dripping with sarcasm

"Actually, not a bad idea." She chuckled, filling my heart with warmth.

I rolled my eyes."You also don't have a camera inside your cabin." She spoke as she checked my cabin.

"Why, do you wanna do something?" A smirk pulls on my mouth.

Her eyes widened, as if she were imagining something. That thought created an image in my mind, and my gaze dropped to her pink lips. How would they feel between mine? Will she moan my name when I bite those lips?

What The Fuck Was I thinking? I averted my gaze from her lips to her eyes, which were now staring straight into me. Fuck. Why is she giving me that look? I stared at her. Her hands on her thighs, her thighs clenching. Is she thinking the same? Blood runs in my veins at the thought of that.

Fuck.

She cleared her throat, stood up, and muttered, "Bye, professor."

With that, she went away.

"Bye," I whispered. Though my mind wandered at her.

How would her thighs feel around my shoulder-

Fuck Fuck, she is my student. What I was thinking.

I shook my head. Trying to distract my mind, I opened the book and started reading it.

As I read the first chapter, my eyes widened. What was happening? First her, and now this book. I sighed; her words echoed in my mind.

I can't imagine you reading that part. It feels strange.

It was strange, I was never into smut, but here I was reading all the series just because she loved it. What was happening to me?