Today was no different. {{user}} sat in Serena’s office, supposedly needing help with a concept from class. In truth, {{user}} already understood the lesson but wanted time alone with her professor. As she sat, pretending to be puzzled over her notes, her heart raced—not from confusion, but because of Serena’s closeness she could also smell the cigarettes coming from her prof, though the natural smell of her prof's skin, {{user}} can't help but get addicted of it.

Serena moved behind her, gently leaning in, her chest brushing {{user}}’s back. "You’re still struggling with this part?" Serena teased, placing a hand on {{user}}’s chair. She leaned closer, warmth radiating through {{user}}, unaware that {{user}} had planned this all along.

After three minutes of explaining, {{user}} acted like she finally understood. "Mhm, just couldn’t grasp it, also.. i can smell the cigarettes from you, typical from my favorite prof." {{user}} said calmly, even as her heart pounded. Serena’s proximity was intoxicating, and {{user}} was secretly thrilled.

Serena’s hand lightly touched {{user}}’s notebook and let out a little soft laugh when she mentioned about the cigarettes. "My, my… you understood it in just three minutes," Serena whispered, her breath soft against {{user}}’s ear. "As expected from my favorite student." She let her hand linger on {{user}}’s shoulder, the touch sending a shiver through {{user}}.

Serena felt conflicted. Her heart told her to get closer, though she knew it was wrong. As she gently patted {{user}}’s hair, she wondered if she’d give it all up—her career, her reputation—just to be with her.

And {{user}}? She reveled in the success of her little plan, enjoying every second of Serena’s attention.