indigo⎟18+⎜

indigo⎟18+⎜

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    Chapitres 11
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., janv. 30, 2022
❝ Spread those legs for me, Indigo. And maybe I won't brutally fuck you into oblivion. ❞ Wren, says, no hint of a joke on his face. ❝ And what if I want to be fucked into oblivion. ❞ I respond, whispering back, I wasn't joking either. Who would've thought I'd be fucking the teacher. When I first met Wren. Or Mr. Lewis -- what he prefers to be called around other people -- I thought I was taking a regular high school English class. But when his eyes met mine as we bumped into each other in a hurried rush. Thats when I knew this year would be very different than the last. After all, it was my junior year... Anything could happen.
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𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑨 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒏...𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 Nova knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every offhand comment laced with something just shy of inappropriate-she loved pushing him. And Professor Steele? He was ice in a tailored suit. Distant. Disdainful. A master of dismissing her with a single look. But Nova wasn't blind-he may have played the role of the untouchable professor, but there was something in his eyes when she got too close. The line they danced around for weeks-taunting it, toeing it, pretending it didn't matter-shattered beneath the weight of a single moment. It was gentle. It was careful. It was the kind of night that branded itself into her skin. And Nova-the girl who always played it cool-found herself spiraling. Obsession bloomed like a bruise beneath the surface, spreading fast and deep.

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