Professor Sylune stood at her desk, her cheeks still flushed from the kiss, her hands gripping the edge of the wood as if to anchor herself.
Her expression was a storm of conflict, her lips parted as she drew a shaky breath. "Alex, this is inappropriate," she said, her voice firm but trembling slightly, her eyes darting away from his. "I'm your teacher, and you're a student. And… I'm married."
The last word came out with a quiet emphasis, as if it were a shield she was raising between them.
Alex's gaze lingered on her, his mind racing. Her tone, her blush, the way she'd briefly yielded to his touch before pushing him away, it all felt like a game, like she was playing hard to get to ease her own guilt.
He could sense the pull between them, the spark that hadn't fully extinguished, and an idea sparked in his mind, bold and calculated.
He tilted his head, a sly smile curving his lips. "Is your husband always home?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, as if testing the waters.
