Craving The Professor (4)
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The week after that night felt like a fever I could not break. I kept replaying it in my mind, over and over. I kept thinking about the way he moved inside me, the way he made me feel like I was both nothing and everything at once. I thought I might be broken, but now I was not sure if I ever wanted to be fixed.
Callum had not called or messaged me. Not once.
At first, I told myself it meant nothing. It was a one-time thing. He was a professor. I was just a student. Maybe he had boundaries. Maybe he already regretted it.
But the silence made my skin crawl. The ache inside me grew worse, raw and deep in places no one else could touch.
Until today.
The knock came just as I was stepping out of the shower. My skin was still wet, water run
