“I see what you’re doing,” he murmurs. “I’m asking if you want to shower with me.” “No, you’re pushing me away.” A sour taste floods my mouth, and I grit out, “No offense, but I don’t owe you anything. We aren’t exactly friends, Professor.” “You’re right. I’m nothing more than a dick to you.” He steps away, but I grab his arm and pull him back. “That isn’t true.” “Then what am I?” he demands.
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