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.

cigarettes

I WAS TREMBLING at his words; trembling at how they made me feel. You know when you're on a rollercoaster, and you've been uptight the whole time, closing your eyes and clenching on to the bar until you finally decide to let go and open your eyes? And once you do, you couldn't feel more alive, or more relieved? That's exactly how it felt. 


I slowly kiss his cheek, looking at him the whole time as his brown eyes twinkled. I quickly remove my lips from his cheek and gather all my belongings. "I'll see you later, David," I say, giving him a small smile before leaving. 


He rapidly grabs my forearm tightly, not too tight to hurt me of course, but tight enough to make me stop in my tracks. Turning around, I give him a questioning look. "I've written about you too." 


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