I'm so tired. I don't want to move. I don't want to open my eyes, walk, speak, be alive at all, but I have to. If I don't sneak back into my room before people start waking up for breakfast it'll be the scandal of the century at Duke. "Slutty student caught leaving room of fired as fuck Professor" Yeah, no thanks. I'm good. "Don't go," Thomas's gruff morning voice wills me to stay, but we both know that I can't. "I'd love to stay here with you, but unfortunately you're my professor, and I'm just a helpless student you've lured into your bed." Thomas gives a throaty laugh, his head still pressed to a pillow. Wow he looks so beautiful.
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