Zandro Bernardino POV Watching her eat, I found I was at odds with myself. She was twenty-one. My student. There were so many things wrong with this situation, but I was having a hard time listening to my brain. It was my dick that was taking the wheel on this situation and to a lesser degree my heart, but I wanted to know her more intimately. Not just the sex, the sex was a given as I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about our night together. But I also wanted to know everything about how she became who she was today. From my current perception of her, she came off as an intelligent, witty, caring, and fucking bombshell of a hot woman. She was perfect in my eyes. With breakfast finished, I began clearing the table. “Okay, so let’s just say we take a chance on us seeing each other romantically. How in your mind would that work?” Finished cleaning up, I leaned back against the kitchen counter and watched as she rose from the chair and came over to me. As she drew closer the smell
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