Be my last Professor

Be my last Professor

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Do you even think of me as special? Or I am just here thinking you're too special for me that even sky can't reach you. You always want to be someones subject yet you refrain yourself acknowledging my existence. Have you forgotten you also wrote " you're the walking red flag." Yet, I am here fooling myself maybe, just maybe our world still can collide hoping someday I can see myself in your eyes. I am here hoping and hoping until it drains me. And one day I can say I bet this subject lost me in abys of sadness. I'm falling deeper and harder but it also crashing me knowing that you said " I lie'd because I want you to stop begging" Am I begging to you? Did I beg for your attention? Did I do that ? I bet This is not me, I almost forgot myself in the process of loving you.
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Book #4 in the "Bloodlines & Ashes" series (Can be read as a standalone) I had a plan: Go to college, have lots of sex, and eventually become a doctor. Simple, right? Yeah, well, that was the idea until a family secret came out and flipped my whole world upside down. Fast forward to an accident and a kidney transplant later; I'm left wondering who the hell I even am anymore. That's when she came tumbling into my life. A red-haired stranger on the hospital rooftop, barging into my existential crisis, dragging me-literally-away from the edge. (For the record, I wasn't going to jump. Probably.) She's beautiful, fiery, and...insanely frustrating. She refused to tell me her name, declared my parents must be gay, and walked away like she didn't just turn my entire world upside down. Sounds like the start of a great love story, doesn't it? Here's the problem: she doesn't think so. She's immune to my charm, dismisses me as some campus jock, and seems entirely uninterested in giving me the time of day. Naturally, her rejection only makes me more determined to prove her wrong. Enter the deal: tutoring sessions, gingerbread lattes, and endless chances to show her that I'm more than just a guy with good hair and charm. Her story? I need to know it.
 Her trust? I'll earn it. But the closer I get, the more I realize I'm in way over my head. Because, like they say, too much ginger can give you heartburn-and my heart? It's already hanging by a thread.

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