Though the older man was ready to focus his attention entirely on the girl's work, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to watch her for a few moments longer. As he took in the sight of her soft, full lips, glistening with the sheen of the water, and then observed her walking away, her skirt swaying with each step, he eventually realized that it would be obvious he had been staring as soon as she turned around - with that in mind, he cleared his throat and fully turned his gaze to the papers on his desk.
His eyes fixed on the words before him, Marcus' expression remained unreadable as he scanned through the poem, though this would have been no surprise; he was a man with a very strong poker face, and would give nothing away regarding his thoughts on what he was reading until he was ready to share them.
Maintaining a neutral look was more difficult than he had anticipated, however - as he continued to read, it quickly became apparent that her work was of an exceptional quality. It wasn't perfect, of course, as nothing was - but the way her sentences flowed together, the imagery and use of vocabulary, all of it combined into something far better than he would have expected from a student at this level.
Still, he couldn't immediately spill forth with enormous praise, as that was not his style. As he finished the poem, he straightened his posture again, looking over to Taylor on the sofa, and nodded his head.
"This is very good," he informed her, his calm voice masking his true feelings.
Standing up from his chair and picking up the paper, he began to walk over to the sofa to join her, deciding it would be more comfortable for both of them.
"May I ask if anything inspired this?"
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Little Bird
RomanceThis is just a small fantasy Roleplay I have been writing, by no means is this an aspiring novel it is only to share a little creative writing set in two different perspectives.~ Strictly 18+ This story is an erotic piece of fiction. Thank you, hop...
