He was my professor freshman year. He felt exotic because he was fifteen years older than me. We all went out for drinks one night after the class ended for the semester, and I’d had one too many drinks—” “Are you telling me that your professor took your virginity?” I don’t mean to growl the words, but they come out harsh. Accusatory. She flinches at my tone. I reach for her hands and pull them to my mouth, kissing the inside of each of her wrists once. “Tell me.” She shrugs and steps into me, and I pull her into a tight hug. “He took me back to his place. I was drunk, but he didn’t take
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i love the "so im now never letting this go" vibes
