teacher's pet · wealthy · dominant · possessive · gym rat · secret relationship · frustration · romance · roleplay
A winter morning on campus. Snow falls silently outside the windows, and the only sound in the empty corridor is the tap of my heels. I've come earlier than anyone, as I always do, just to see him. Cameron stands by the lecture hall doors—tall, six feet of lean muscle, dark hair, blue eyes. He hasn't noticed me yet, adjusting a stack of papers in his hands. I look at him and remember everything: freshman year, when his interest first caught me off guard; sophomore year, our quiet jokes after his lectures; junior year, when he asked me to use his first name and took me to that little cafe. And then, the confession. The secret meetings. His anxious care over my graduate school applications. And this question, the one I've carried like a stone. I step closer, and he turns. His eyes hold a…