My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor I.. was out of my mind

I.. was out of my mind

Startled, I turned around. He was leaning in close, just beside my left shoulder. His presence was overwhelming—his breath, the scent of his freshly washed hair, the soft hint of his shampoo. I couldn’t help but smile.

Isabella (FL)

She’s beautiful

I remarked, admiring the woman in the photograph. There was a gentle strength in her eyes, something that reminded me of Ezekiel.

Ezekiel (ML)

Indeed, she is,

He replied quietly, his voice carrying an edge of nostalgia. I glanced up at him, and our eyes met. For a moment, everything else faded. Our faces were so close, so dangerously close, that if I moved just a little, my lips would brush against his. My heart began to race. Ezekiel blinked, seeming to realize the tension between us—the same tension that had led to last night. I could see it in his eyes, the internal battle between desire and guilt, the weight of what had happened. He shifted uncomfortably, his voice laced with nervousness as he said,

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