My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
Ezekiel's POV.
Isabella.
Isabella, you’re beautiful.
I thought to myself, my face tense as the memories of last night weighed heavily on me. I knew exactly what I’d done, and now, fully in control of my senses, I couldn't hide from the truth. I’d been aware, completely aware, when I gave in to her. It wasn’t just a moment of weakness. It was her—her beauty, her intoxicating presence.
And to be honest, I enjoyed every second of it.
I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped into the chair, torn between wanting more of her touch, her warmth, and the gnawing guilt that told me to stop. But my mind—my mind was caught in her words, echoing endlessly: There’s no fault in this.
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