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Ashcroft University’s youngest-ever professor has spent a decade unchallenged, her tailored blazers and weary hazel eyes masking a growing jadedness. Then Mikala Snow walks into her classroom—a restless eighteen-year-old with a mischievous glint and a pen that never stops tapping. Their sharp minds clash, and the tension between them ignites into a forbidden attraction that neither can afford.
Ashley stands at the lectern, chalk dust on her fingers, watching Mikala's pen tap a rhythm against the desk. She asks a question meant to stump, but Mikala answers with a smirk that cuts through the
Mikala wakes to an empty chair, the draft paper and a note in Ashley's precise handwriting—'Get well soon. Meet me in the deepest section of the library. We need to discuss the findings.' She follows
Ashley surfaces from sleep in the hidden archive's narrow bed to the warm, deliberate drag of Mikala's tongue, her hips already moving in a slow, practiced rhythm. Mikala's hands press her thighs apar
They reach the corridor outside room 410, the door still closed, and Ashley's control snaps. She pushes Mikala against the cool stone wall, her mouth crashing down, her hand sliding up the girl's skir