mayavflower
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- Parts 10
"I'm cold, Professor Hartwell," I whispered, arching, just slightly, into him.
His mouth curved. He shook his head once, slow, knowing.
"Professor?" he murmured. "I thought we were past that."
His lips brushed my cheek, warm now despite the cold air. He followed the line of my jaw, lingering at my ear, his breath slipping beneath my hair.
"What's my name, foxie?"
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⤷ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she is his brightest student. He is her professor. And somehow the world bends in their favour.
Besides, he doesn't even teach chemistry.
At least not the kind found in textbooks... ˎˊ˗