LOGINHarper's POVIt had been a few weeks since that awful day I walked in on Vivian almost kissing him. The days after that had been hard. I had ignored his calls and messages for almost two full days, needing the space to sit with my feelings. I loved him. I was in love with him in a way that felt deep and real, not just the thrill of something forbidden. But seeing him with her had made me question everything. It had hurt more than I expected.When I finally answered one of his calls, we talked for a long time. He explained everything about Vivian, how they had broken up three years ago because she wanted a different life, how he hadn’t thought about her in years until she showed up. He sounded genuine. Tired. Worried about me.We met at his apartment that night and talked for hours, sitting on his couch with his arm around me. I cried again. He held me. We didn’t have sex that night. We just held each other and talked about how scared we both were but how much we wanted to try.Since t
Harper's POVI woke up the next morning before my alarm, eyes swollen and gritty from crying most of the night. The dorm room was still dark, my roommate breathing evenly in the bed across from me. I lay there for a long time staring at the ceiling, the ache in my chest feeling heavier than it had when I finally fell asleep. My phone was still turned off on the nightstand. I didn’t have the courage to turn it on yet. I knew there would be messages from him, explanations, pleas to talk, and I wasn’t ready to face any of it.The realization from last night kept hitting me again and again. I was in love with Dr. Elias Kane. Not just attracted to him. Not just caught up in the thrill of something forbidden. I was in love with the way he listened to me like my thoughts actually mattered. I was in love with how safe I felt when his arms were around me. I was in love with the quiet way he said my name like it was something precious. And right now that love hurt so much it felt like it was ca
Dr. Kane’s POV I paced the living room of my apartment for the tenth time, phone in hand, staring at the screen like it might magically change. No new messages from Harper. No calls. Nothing since she had walked in on Vivian and me yesterday. I had texted her multiple times, called twice, left a voicemail explaining that Vivian was my ex-fiancée and that nothing had happened. Silence. Complete silence. The guilt was eating me alive. I kept replaying the look on her face when she opened the door — the shock, the hurt, the way she had backed out like she’d been slapped. Harper was only twenty. She was my student. And I had let things go this far knowing exactly how dangerous it was. Now she was probably sitting in her dorm thinking I had been kissing my ex behind her back. The thought made my chest feel tight. I had told Vivian to leave yesterday. Right after Harper ran out. I had been firm, almost cold. “Vivian, this isn’t a good time. I have work to do. You should go.” She had look
Harper’s POV I woke up the next morning with my eyes swollen and my throat raw from crying. The pillow was still damp in places. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping the heavy feeling in my chest would ease if I stayed perfectly still. It didn’t. The image of Vivian leaning in to kiss Dr. Kane kept replaying behind my eyes like a loop I couldn’t pause. Her hand on his chest. Their faces so close. The way he hadn’t pulled away immediately. I rolled over and reached for my phone. It was still turned off. I held it in my hand for a long time, thumb hovering over the power button, before setting it back down. I wasn’t ready to see his messages. I wasn’t ready to hear whatever explanation he might have. Because no matter what he said, the truth was that she had walked into his office like she belonged there. Like she had history with him. Like she fit in his world in a way I never could. I forced myself out of bed and went through the motions. Shower. Breakf
Harper’s POV I didn’t remember running down the hallway. One moment I was standing in Dr. Kane’s doorway watching another woman lean in to kiss him, the next I was halfway down the stairs, my tennis bag banging against my hip with every step. My vision was blurry. I couldn’t breathe properly. The image kept flashing behind my eyes — her hand on his chest, their faces so close, his fingers on her shoulder like he wasn’t stopping her. Like maybe he wanted it. I burst out of the humanities building into the cold evening air and kept going until I reached the small bench behind the tennis courts where no one usually went this late. I dropped onto it, bag falling to the ground, and finally let the tears come. They spilled hot and fast down my cheeks. I pressed both hands over my mouth to muffle the sobs because the last thing I needed was someone hearing me break down like this. Why did it hurt this much? I had known this was dangerous from the beginning. I had told myself a hundred ti
Dr. Kane’s POV I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hand. The stack of papers on my desk had barely been touched. Instead of grading, I had spent the last twenty minutes staring at my phone, rereading the last message Harper had sent me this morning — a simple “Have a good day” with a small smiley face. It was innocent enough, but it made something warm and uncomfortable twist in my chest. I kept thinking about last weekend at the cabin. The way she had looked at me when we were lying in bed together. The quiet way she had traced patterns on my skin while we talked about nothing important. I wasn’t sure what this was anymore. Lust? Affection? Something deeper that I had no business feeling for a twenty-year-old student? It had only been a few weeks, but she was already under my skin in a way no one else had been in years. I told myself it was just physical attraction mixed with the thrill of the forbidden. I was her professor. Twelve years older. This was s
ISABELLA.I waited until Arabella finally left for her job interview. She had spent almost thirty minutes getting ready, kissing Michael goodbye at the door like the perfect loving girlfriend, telling him she would call him as soon as it was over. The moment the front door closed and her car pulled
MICHAEL.I pulled out of Isabella slowly, watching my cum leak from her stretched pussy onto the sheets. She looked completely fucked out and satisfied, lying there with her legs still spread. I quickly got dressed in the dark, pulling on my jeans and shirt while she watched me with that dangerous
ISABELLA.I had opened Michael’s message at least ten times already, maybe more. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you tonight. Tell me where and when. I don’t care how risky it is. I need that pussy.”Every single time I read it, this warm, wicked rush spread through my body. My pussy would
ISABELLA.The morning after the party, I couldn’t stop smiling the entire ride back home. Arabella and I were sitting in the back of the Uber while the driver played some quiet music. I kept staring out the window with this satisfied little grin on my face, replaying everything that happened last n







