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Shadows of Desire
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(Lily's POV)Answering the letters of the campus was loud as ever: shuffling feet of hurried students trying to make it to class, muffled sounds of friends gossiping and sometimes far-off shouting and cheering from a sports field. But every one of those sounds became an echo of my paranoia growing. All laughter seemed too knowing, all glances seemed a bit too long, and every whisper carried some hint of my secret-the secret kept inside me to torment me with a thousand fires.Victor.I felt my body tremble even at the thought of his name. It lay thumping within me, my heart, and it hasn't stopped since the very moment that changed almost everything. I passed through all that crowd filled with students, feeling like some spotlights were trained on me wherever I went, looking all around me for any telltale signs that someone knew. Did they notice how I looked at him? Probably even how he looked at me?By the time I'd reached the library, my nerves had gone absolutely. From the comforting
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I jumped from the heart as the sound of its throbbing echoed in my world as it became a blur of sounds and colors. His eyes met mine, and suddenly, time stood still. I felt all: the excitement, the fear, and the impossible pull. It was as if the universe conspired for us to meet again, a cruel jest that left me breathless and aching.I quickly looked away. My legs began pushing me into a run. I hurried back to my apartment, even if my steps were quick and steady. Each step resembled trudge through water with agony from that brief encounter. All this was running in my mind like a broken tape- his face, his eyes, the way he looked at me. Was it surprise or something deeper-tension?I shut my door behind, so heavily so that the sound echoed within the still space. I leaned against it, my breath now racing, catching short gasps as I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the frantic pounding of my heart. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? Unless it happened? The kiss changed everyt
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(Lily's POV)Innocent rays of morning sun lit through my window, like an accusation, into the secrets I had kept hidden within. My mind kept straying towards Victor and the kiss we shared later on, later with a meeting planned. My heart raced heavily, anticipation creating this heavy weight in my chest. I dressed carefully in a way that I had not bothered what I looked like in days; I chose clothes that felt like armor against the vulnerability I knew I'd face today-simple blouse, jeans that fit me just right, and boots that kept every other step grounded, though my heart was running nowhere near that speed.Breakfast matters very little; I could not even appreciate flavor in my tight-stomach condition. Every step to campus counted down toward seeing him again, having the conversation we both knew they needed to have but dreaded. Campus was alive with students, but to me, it was set up for the drama about to come.The topic of Victor's lesson was existentialism, the subject that mirro
Last Updated : 2025-01-13In My Professor's Arms A short escape
(Lily's POV)Going out of Victor's office was like entering another world, with that kiss still burning on my lips and now a secret that marked me. The campus was deathly silent and this served as the complete contrast to the storm that raged within me. Each step back to my apartment dragged like heavy chains around my ankles because of what we had done.Now, the solitude of my room would usually be comforting, but right now, it felt like a cage. I changed to try to wash off the day, but Victor's touch remained, a whisper on my skin. I sat before my desk, staring at the blur of books in front of me as my mind went over the kiss, his breath in my neck, the danger of us being too close.A buzz tore through the silence when my phone went off. Sophie sent a message, and to me, it was like being thrown a rope. Hey, come over? José and Davies are here, we're just hanging out.The last thing I wanted was to spend this with friends to whom I had to confess this horrible truth. But it somehow
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(Lily's POV)The morning sun felt like a spotlight on my secrets, filtering through the blinds to expose the turmoil beneath my skin. Every heartbeat was a drumroll leading to the moment I'd see Victor again, a mix of thrill and terror churning in my stomach. I dressed with an almost ritualistic care, as if my clothes could somehow protect me from the reality of what we'd done.In class, his voice sounded like a song that would be sung just for me; each philosophical point reminded me of our borrowed kiss. Our eyes met just for a second, but that was enough to send my pulse swinging out of control. Was it us he was thinking about, of the danger we thrust ourselves into?The lecture didn't hold my attention; rather, I entertained myself creating mental scenes about a world where our relationship was not something to be hidden. But then the waves would crash back, guilt, fear, and ill-desired come flooding back.As the class came to an end, I stayed behind. My heart seemed to pound agai
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The city buzzed around me as I walked home, but it felt like I was moving in a haze. Cars honked, distant voices called out, and the occasional bark of a dog echoed down the street; you know how it is, but none of it registered. My body was still hummed with an energy I couldn’t shake, every step a reminder of the tension coiling deep inside me.Professor Victor Graham. His name alone sent a shiver through me.I climbed the stairs to my apartment, my bag slung over my shoulder and my mind spinning. The air in the hallway was thick and stale, but when I opened my door and stepped inside, it felt no different. I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes; I wasn't even the one contemplating my movement.The silence of the apartment only amplified the storm inside me.I leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. My skin was still flushed, heat radiating from my cheeks down to the hollow of my throat. My blouse clung to me in all the wr
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The strange thing that happened the other time had been sitting in the back of my mind since that moment. I was trying my best to always not think about it, but I couldn’t let it go, and it made me feel the exact same way every time.The syllabus had clearly stated Professor Graham’s office hours. Every lecture was open to all students taking his course, no appointment necessary. But even at that, he was a very respected figure and considered a very strict, no-nonsense person by other students, so he was one of the least-visited professors in the school. But I had to, and this wasn’t even about class—it was for myself.I stood in front of my mirror, brushing my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. The thin sweater I wore hugged my curves just enough without being too obvious. My jeans were fitted but not tight. Casual. Harmless.Except I didn’t feel harmless.I felt like I was walking straight into the lion’s den, and
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I jumped from the heart as the sound of its throbbing echoed in my world as it became a blur of sounds and colors. His eyes met mine, and suddenly, time stood still. I felt all: the excitement, the fear, and the impossible pull. It was as if the universe conspired for us to meet again, a cruel jest that left me breathless and aching.I quickly looked away. My legs began pushing me into a run. I hurried back to my apartment, even if my steps were quick and steady. Each step resembled trudge through water with agony from that brief encounter. All this was running in my mind like a broken tape- his face, his eyes, the way he looked at me. Was it surprise or something deeper-tension?I shut my door behind, so heavily so that the sound echoed within the still space. I leaned against it, my breath now racing, catching short gasps as I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the frantic pounding of my heart. What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? Unless it happened? The kiss changed everyt
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(Lily's POV)The sun was too bright this morning, as if somehow it had conspired with the whole universe to expose everything about me-the incidences that could well be buried in the depths of my heart. Its relentless beams streamed through the curtains and thrust into the perfect surrounding of my defenselessness, penetrating into the turmoil that was brewing within. I lay in bed tied down, remembering the kiss of Victor. It was not only the stamp of his kiss that seemed to haunt me; rather, it was the way he had lingered, how his scent now clung to me with promises forbidden, that I could not strip away. Every inhalation was another reminder of his phantom presence on my soul, creating sensations that hurt as much as they soothed.Every ounce of strength needed to push me out of bed. Each step felt heavier, infused by my thoughts. Dressing, for me, became a needless ritual of defiance: as if by getting donned in an outfit just right, it would keep me safe from my desires. I chose c
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(Lily's POV)The day passed by like a swiftly flowing river. Classes, lectures were nothing but echoes in my head: they were clearly not the keepers of my mind locked on the recollection of Victor, the jacket in my bag like a secret waiting to be told. I had steered clear of the early morning and had rather planned to come during late afternoons when his office hours would be less crowded so that we might snatch a moment that was truly ours.Taking a rushed lunch with an unquenched appetite, it tasted like ashes in my mouth because my thoughts were pre-occupied with what was going to happen. The hustle in the campus was quiet now as students were either leaving for the day or lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the storm inside.Every step I took resonated as a drumbeat-within him echoing my commotion. Victor's door was ajar, inviting or perhaps warning. I knocked, and my heart thudded with the noise in my chest."Come in," his voice, always the most haughty, now bore a tone of war
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(Lily's POV)Sophie and I made our exit from my place with the door having that kind of finality that denotes something unfinished business. The cool air of the night contrasted sharply with the warmth Victor's presence had left upon my skin. We walked to the library under a silence falling upon campus, bedecked with street lights. Sophie was silent, but I could feel her curiosity - like a soft hum in the background. We squatted into our study spot, surrounded by the books, but the mind was in my apartment, with Victor. I could hardly fix my attention on my notes, for they all began to blur together. Victor's jacket weighed too heavily in my bag - a secret I was not prepared to share. Sophie was busy on her laptop, but I could see eye glances darting towards me occasionally - a subtle look of concern- curiosity.I knew that the silence was pregnant. I tried to ease the weight of it with idle talk about our projects, but she still resisted. "You
In My Professor's Arms Unexpected Visit(s)
(Lily's POV) The rain had finally stopped, but inside my tiny flat, a tempest of emotions had taken its place. Still wet, my clothes clung to me like a second skin, serving as a memory of the rainstorm that had brought Victor to my doorstep. His jacket, still with me, now hung over a chair, was a tangible piece of him in my space, its scent a cocktail of sandalwood and something uniquely Victor, stirring a forbidden warmth in me. I still do not know how he outrightly knew my house address, but that's even less of my worries right now. I made my way to the bathroom, showered, letting the hot water attempt to wash away the chill which I know wasn't just from the rain but from the intensity of Victor's gaze, the brief touch of his hand. Standing beneath the hot stream of water, every minute we spent together flashed through my mind. I recall his sparkling eyes, his gentle, caring hand on mine, and his breathtaking grin. I sat on the edge of my bed, wrapped in a robe, the quiet outside
