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Noel
“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”- Benjamin Franklin
And so I started an illicit affair with my literature professor. Except it didn’t feel illicit. In my book, it wasn’t dirty, or wrong, or in any way shameful. It was the purest relationship I’d ever had with anyone.
I hated that we had to keep it secret, but I had to admit, I loved hoarding her all to myself. She showed me the parts of her no one else got to see. She opened up and talked, and in return, I talked too.
Our nights together were always short and never lasted long enough. I usually had to wait until late, after work, until I could go see her. Then I woke at the butt c***k of dawn for training. I hated leaving her bed while she was still warm and sleeping, all curled up and beautiful under the co
