Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
"He was a dream I wanted to see for the rest of eternity."
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The day in college was nothing less than boring, and time was barely passing by. Every class seemed to stretch on for longer than I would've preferred.
Business class though, the highlight of my day, was nothing short of tense.
"Ms. Reed." The professor called for me and I warily stood up, walking up to his desk as numerous pairs of eyes followed me, lingering longer than I liked.
It was mostly because I was dressed up formally and just as I passed the front row, a hand grabbed onto my wrist, making me flinch as I snatched it away and saw Mia.
"Sorry about that, I just wanted to ask why you're so dressed up today." She said.
I tried to take in calming breaths, aware of the silver eyes piercing the side of my head as I forced out a smile and straightened a hand over my skirt.
"Work." I replied simply and didn't bother to hear her response as I turned and went towards the desk.
"If you'll enter the marks as they say them—" Mr. Knight pointed to his laptop and I nodded, "I'll mark them on this sheet."
He gestured to his seat but I shook my head when he frowned but sat down on it nonetheless while I stood right beside him.
"Say your grade out loud when Ms. Reed calls out your name." He announced, the silence deafening as I called out the first name and entered the marks.
"Mia Blackwood." I said and looked up at her just as she glanced at her paper.
"C." She spoke and I nodded, both the professor and I noting it down in our places.
"Luke Wilson." I said and froze when I felt a small and light touch on my bare thigh and discreetly glanced at the professor.
"B." Luke said when I gulped and entered the grade with shaky hands as his hand drifted further up.
"Add yours in there too." He said because my name was next and I nodded without looking at him, entering my outstanding grade.
"Blake Combs." I spoke the next name bit down on my lip when I realised Bastian's hand had slipped under my skirt as I shifted on my feet and turned my head to face him.
"Professor," I called to him as he raised a brow at me in question, "Are we done?"
"Not yet." He answered smoothly when my hand formed a fist just as he squeezed my ass from under my skirt and then proceeded to loop his finger in the band of my lacy panties.
Holy mother of Jesus.
I quickly saved the document, quietly gasping when his finger brushed against my clothed sex and Mia raised her hand.
