"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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He is my professor and I'm his student.
The bell signalling the end of the class had rung, but I remained seated at my desk, staring out of the window as if the answers to my internal turmoil were written on the passing clouds.
Yesterday’s incident with Mr. Jeon in the shower replayed in my mind, each moment etched with a clarity that left me breathless.
It was almost like a movie, each and every moment playing in front of my eyes vividly.
As the room emptied, I found myself caught in the echoes of our almost-kiss. The charged atmosphere between us, his eyes when I touched him, his heartbeat I felt under my palm, all of those things that I couldn't even list right now that I felt yesterday, in every second spent with him in that small space. It had me connected to him like an invisible thread.
I had been denying myself for the last few months, naming this as a mere attraction, lack of touch from opposite gender, inexperience in any sexual situation.
It was more than attraction, more than a mere physical pull. I'd spent the night tossing and turning, trying to decipher the emotions that had stirred within me.
Finally the realisation hit me like a thunderbolt——it wasn't just lust or attraction; it was something deeper, something I had never experienced before.
Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when Maya and Lia came back again looking for me as they both went straight to the washroom. Must have gotten confused when they didn't find me beside them. How would they know that their friend had gone on a long ride of her own thoughts, thoughts about her beautiful professor who had bewitched her, for the first time, their friend was finally admitting that she had gotten in traps of the opposite gender.
They settled next to me, their eyes immediately caught mine sensing something was amiss. Of course I needed someone to confide in, someone who could help me navigate these unfamiliar emotions.
It didn't take them any more second to guess I needed both of them, concern etched on their faces. Maya, always the perceptive one, didn't waste any time. “What happened?” She asked.
I hesitated, unsure of how to put my swirling emotions into words. My mind raced, overtaking and stumbling over my thoughts, until finally, I took a deep breath and confessed, “I think I like Mr. Jeon. Um…romantically. I think it's the first time I've felt something like this for a guy.”
