I tapped my fingers in his shiny desk.
He glanced at me once or twice, he doesn't want to look at me.
"Mr. Greene, I know you want to talk to me. So please just say something." I urged with a frown, "Please Mr. Greene..."
"Princess," He made a sudden turn and continued, "Do you really want to know how I feel?"
"Yes." I replied
Zack walked fast towards me as I smelt his cologne float in the air. He took my hips and pressed his lips against mine. Warm air.
"I want you." He whispered as he looked down at my face.
"I want you too." I whispered back.
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The Right Kind of Wrong
Teen FictionPrincess Mendoza, a hopeful highschool graduate, didn't know what she would encounter in her vague first year of college. When she met Zac Greene, a single 27 year old Biology professor, both of their lives changed. But who knew that change can be s...
