There's something about forbidden relationships.
I just can't tell what exactly is that makes me want to twist in pleasure just by thinking about it.
I guess it's the thrill, the excitement. The adrenaline. The sin. The undoubtably incorrect and unforgivable side of it.
And don't get me wrong, please. You weren't all those things to me. I mean, of course you were. The fact is that you, my dear, were more than just a chemical reaction of my body. You were more. So much more, in so many ways. You were my happiness, my hope.
My redemption, my scape.
My misery, my soul.
My love, my pleasure.
like drug running trough my veins.
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Unassailable: The professor.Romance
This is a StudentxTeacher novel!! Un·as·sail·a·ble Adjetive: unable to be attacked, questioned, or defeated. If I could categorize our relationship in one word, it'd be un·as·sail·a·ble. Of course due to the irony of the meaning itself. We were some...