~Adrian~
What the f**k is wrong with me.
I stood there in the middle of my office long after she left, staring at the door she ran through like it had personally betrayed me. I could still smell her in the room.
She is a student. A first-week freshman who still probably gets lost trying to find the cafeteria. And I talked to her like she was mine already.
I talked to her like I had every intention of bending her over that desk and making her learn literature with her throat closed around my c**k.
What the f**k, Adrian. What in the Goddess-forsaken f**k is wrong with you.
I paced behind my desk, dragging my hand through my hair like that would somehow comb the memory of her out of my skull. It didn’t. It just made everything worse because now I could smell her on my shirt. And that s
