"Okay, and that would be the project you guys would be working for the semester. Choose the topic wisely." Mark took off his glasses and put it on the table. Once again, he avoided your gaze. He scanned around the auditorium, seeking if anyone wanted to ask a question.
There were audible groans and mumbles around the room. The students were pissed, another boring project to disturb their summer break. But the professor didn't really seem to care.
You snickered at his action. As if what happened last night was nothing. Him disregarding all the feelings you both had, irked you.
Yes, you ended up in his arms this morning. After an accidental met up in a bar last night which lead to some intimate talk over a bottle of wine, you ended up in his very bed this morning. He woke up only to deny everything that happened the night before, saying that it was all a mistake.
You both knew, it was forbidden. All of this was forbidden. But all of those feelings were very much real.
The bell rang, and class was empty in a minute. You walked to him, eyes piercing through his green eyes.
"Why can't we for once say what we want, say what we feel?" You muttered.
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