Take it, if you dare.
Nicolle and Gabriel had dinner—russian salad and vegetable soup, as it turned out...Gabriel is a good cook, while Nicolle doesn't understand the ‘c’ of cooking.
Gabriel confessed there were more people living in his residence, but not on weekends, weekend is their day off. The servants will be back tomorrow morning.
Gabriel lives with his sister, Claire, but tonight, she went over to stay at her boyfriend's place.
Nicolle Wallace
‘What a beautiful coincidence, great. Just great.’
Nicolle set herself on the couch, watching the downpour from the balcony. And grunted discontently.
Gabriel Guevara
How's my residence treating you? Feel at home, and leave early for class, tomorrow. Miss Thompson will come to pick me up.
Gabriel was standing beside the couch, all the while Nicolle grumpily gazed unblinkingly at the raindrops descending incessantly upon earth. She flippantly turned to him in surprise.
Nicolle Wallace
Or I could get out right now, professor. That'd save all the trouble.
Gabriel Guevara
I didn't tell you to get out, Nicolle. You know what will happen if miss Thompson comes to know we spent the night under the same roof, considering it's just the both of us. She will make up things and ruin your reputation.
The book he had held in his hand—“Ugly Love By Colleen Hoover” he swayed it roughly as he spoke, to manifest anger; he stared draggers at her, pursing his lips.
Nicolle Wallace
Oh, you only care about your reputation, professor. And you are afraid your ‘dearest’ miss Erzsibeth Thompson might misunderstand you.
Clicking her tongue, she promptly responses—her calm countenance dilapidated.
Nicolle Wallace
‘Why do I even care?’
Gabriel exhales and inhales, as if to supress the burning rage uprising inside him. And then concludes:
Gabriel Guevara
You are overbearing.
Nicolle grins, scooting to him and grabbing the book from his hand—she slides it inside her shirt, behind her bra's strap, and leans to the couch's arm in a half laying and half sitting motion.
Nicolle Wallace
...very overbearing.
A notorious glint in her eyes, as she rolls her eyes at a baffled Gabriel, his mouth subconsciously fell open.
Gabriel Guevara
What the hell is that—Nicolle, are you a child?
Nicolle Wallace
I am. Take the book from me, if you can. I can't believe you read R18 books—what a surprisingly pleasant discovery!
Gabriel Guevara
...Just give it back, Nicolle Wallace.
Gabriel's cheeks flushed red, he bit his lower lip, embarrassed.
Nicolle Wallace
No, professor. I won’t. Take it, if you dare.
Nicolle sheepishly grins.
Comments
Annalise
this story is freaking good and interesting 🤭 loving it /Drool//Smile/
2024-08-26
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❤️🇨 🇦 🇳 🇴 🇳 ❤️
my mind can't take this /Doge//Doge//Doge//Doge//Awkward//Awkward//Awkward//Awkward/ god damn it...
you're such a great writer
~Reader from HBC
2024-08-07
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𝑴𝒔. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕
This reminds me of that booktok "Guys, next time she's reading a book, observe her face. When her face gets super serious ask her what page is she reading. Later when she leaves the book go read that page and recreate the scene with her" 😂😂
~reader from HBC
2024-06-27
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