Her ass hit the front of her desk and there was nowhere else for her to go. I didn't give it a second thought before plastering my lips onto her own. The kiss held fire, and I made sure to give it all I had. I trailed my right hand ever so slightly down her torso, getting closer and closer to the top of the black dress pants she had on today. I hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants before ceasing my movements and moving my mouth beside her ear. "Don't be a tease," I breathed, then walked out the door leaving her dishevelled and horny. Karma's a bitch. R-Rated. Beware, Highly Gay. Trigger Warning- may include scenes relating to rape, death, suicide, self-harm, masturbation, and sex.

Ivy Williams didn't come to Heartfelt University for drama. She came to pass her classes, chain-smoke her way through the stress, and stay out of trouble. Then she met Professor Sinclair. Cold, condescending, and infuriatingly attractive, Sinclair seems to have made it her mission to ruin Ivy's life one lecture at a time. But Ivy gives as good as she gets-and the more they clash, the more the tension starts to twist into something else. Something neither of them is ready for but both of them want far too badly. Sharp words turn into slow glances. Power plays turn personal. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than their rivalry... is what might happen if it stops. [wlw]

They never expected to see each other again after that night. What happened in that room was supposed to stay there, a fleeting secret neither of them would speak of again. But fate has other plans. A month later, they come face to face in the last place either of them imagined. (ProfessorxStudent)