Being his luna

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Chapter Four

The apartment was silent, save for the faint hum of the water heater as I filled the tub. Steam curled around me, softening the edges of the room as I poured in lavender-scented bubbles. It was the kind of small luxury I’d come to treasure—time to unwind, to escape from the noise of the day and the constant hum of thoughts in my head.

I stepped into the hot water, sighing as it enveloped me, the tension in my muscles slowly melting away. Today had been overwhelming, but there were moments that stuck with me. Harper’s lively energy. The newness of the campus. And, of course, him.

Adrian Black.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, closing my eyes as his face drifted into my thoughts. I didn’t want to think about him—I shouldn’t think about him. But no matter how hard I tried, he lingered in my mind like a stubborn melody.

The way he’d looked at me in the dining hall had felt like more than just a passing glance. It was as if he saw something in me, something I didn’t even see in myself. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, even as the hot water warmed my skin.

I let my hands trail lazily over the surface of the water, the silky bubbles clinging to my fingertips. My chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths, but my heart was anything but calm.

What would it feel like to have his hands on me?

The thought came unbidden, a soft, wicked whisper in the back of my mind. My cheeks flushed, but I didn’t push it away. Instead, I let it linger, let it grow. I imagined the way his voice would sound if he wasn’t lecturing but murmuring something darker, something meant only for me.

My hand dipped lower, and I felt the spark of heat pooling in my belly as the forbidden fantasy unfolded. His hands—strong and sure—would trace over me, his lips brushing against my skin, whispering things that made my heart race.

“Ella,” I imagined him saying, his voice low and commanding, the way he’d said my name in class when he called on me. But this time, it was filled with something deeper, something primal.

My breath hitched as I gave in to the sensations, letting the fantasy take over. It was wrong, I knew that. He was my professor, untouchable, and yet…

I couldn’t stop.

For a few stolen moments, I let myself imagine what it would be like to belong to him. To be seen. To be claimed.

And as I came undone in the safety of my own mind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.