He's my lecturer

“You haven't?” She gasped, looking like my words couldn't be true, which seemed likely. Who will believe that I've lived with Miguel for two years, and have never stepped foot into his room?

Before we reconciled —if you wish to call it that — he had never been to my room. We only meet in 'the room' where I pleasure him with my mouth, and that's that. There is nothing else involved. His room is off-limits.

“No,” I shrugged. “He warned me never to enter his room, and I have been keeping to that.” I furrowed my brows, thinking back to what she said, not too long ago. “Have you been to his room? Which pictures are you talking about?”

“Well,” she nervously chuckled as she ran a hand through her hair. The guilt on her face is unmistakable. “I took a lot of money from my brother, to keep this secret. I can't just tell you about it because you asked for it.”

She glanced down the hall before she turned to face me. “Just let things slide. Pretend you didn't hear me say anything.” She took he