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 watch him as he walks in, closing the door quietly behind him, making timid movements towards the living room and I run in a hurry, giving him a big hug. 


"Hey baby," I croon, laughing a little at me calling him that. But he was stiff and unmoving. 


Thinking that my paranoia was having a laugh, I ignore his strange gesture and kiss him on the cheek. 


"What was it that you wanted to talk about?" I ask, confused as ever. I couldn't think of anything Alex had to tell me; nothing at all came to mind. 


He answers with a weary smile, before he takes a seat next to me, as I knot my eyebrows together. "Seriously, Al, what it?" 


His choice to continue to not reply to my question only caused more anxiousness and worry to bubble inside me. "Al, you're worrying me," I exclaim. 


"There's something I need to tell you," he speaks, and an unsettling, uncomfortable aura floods the room, and my leg automatically begins to shake. 


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