a student. a teacher. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

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FOR THE REMAINDER of the week, Richard's somewhat meaningless words had replayed in my mind like a broken tape recorder. As much as I denied it, both Richard and I knew that I was taking it into consideration. 


He had noticed the way I always examined every syllable that escaped his lips more than usual, the way I was always so jumpy when I found out that I had a notification on my phone, secretly hoping that it was Alex. 


I guess in that way, Richard and I weren't that different. We both examined things in detail, which was both a good and equally bad quality that the two of us each possessed. 


As much as I wanted to talk to Alex myself, I had always mentally talked myself out of it. Things like 'You're so clingy and annoying' played an essential part in changing my mind to talk to him first. 


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