Chapter 3: The Point Of No Return

The rain fell in sheets, drumming against the windows of Dr. Jay Morado's office, casting a rhythmic spell over the dimly lit room. Marriam had come in after class, drenched from head to toe, her clothes clinging to her body in a way that made Jay's eyes linger longer than they should have. The atmosphere was thick with a tension neither could ignore.

She had stayed behind after a particularly challenging lecture, one that had sparked another debate between them. Their conversations had always been charged, but today, it felt different. There was something electric in the air, something that pulsed between them like a current seeking release.

Jay's hand brushed hers as he reached for the papers scattered across his desk, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her breath catching just slightly, betraying the calm facade she tried to maintain. His scent-a mix of woodsy cologne and something distinctly masculine-filled her senses, making her head swim.

"Marriam..." he began, his voice low, almost a growl, "you should go before this gets out of hand." But Marriam didn't move. She stayed put, her eyes locking with his, challenging, defying. "Maybe I don't want to go," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm outside.

Jay's eyes darkened, a battle raging within him. He had fought this feeling for weeks, trying to stay professional, trying to ignore the way she made him feel. But tonight, in the intimate glow of his office, with the rain isolating them from the world outside, it was a losing battle

He reached for her, and she stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until there was nothing but heat. His hand cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lips, and she parted them slightly, her breath warm against his skin. He felt the tension unraveling, the point of no return approaching faster than he could think.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse, filled with a mixture of desire and restraint.

Marriam nodded, her eyes wide, her body humming with anticipation. "I've never been more sure of anything," she replied. With a groan that was half frustration, half surrender, he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was intense, filled with weeks of pent-up desire, a mixture of softness and urgency. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, deepening the kiss as his body pressed against hers, pinning her to the edge of the desk.

Marriam gasped, a small sound that sent a shiver down his spine, igniting something primal within him. His hands slid down her back, feeling the curves of her body beneath the wet fabric, and she arched against him, her hands exploring the muscles of his back, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the desk, the papers scattering to the floor. His mouth trailed down her neck, tasting the rain on her skin, as his hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. Her breath hitched, her body quivering with desire as his fingers found the bare skin beneath, teasing, exploring, driving her wild with need.

Marriam's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling as she finally tore it open, revealing the hard lines of his chest. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his skin tasting the salt and heat of him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her touch.

Jay's breath quickened, his self-control hanging by a thread. His hands moved with more urgency, pulling her closer, feeling the softness of her body against his. The sound of their breathing filled the room, mingling with the rain outside, creating a symphony of passion and longing. He pulled her

against him, their bodies fitting together like a perfect puzzle, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

Their bodies moved together, a perfect rhythm, a dance as old as time. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a declaration of the passion they had kept hidden for so long. The room was

filled with their gasps and moans, the sound of skin against skin, the soft creak of the leather beneath them as they lost themselves in each other.

Marriam felt herself spiraling, losing control, her body responding to his in ways she had never imagined. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her, until it finally snapped, and she cried out his name, her body shuddering against his.

Jay followed moments later, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried his face in her neck, his body trembling with release. They lay there, entwined, their breaths slowing, hearts pounding in unison.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, basking in the afterglow, feeling the weight of what had just happened settle over them. Jay finally pulled back, his hand gently caressing her cheek, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and uncertainty." What does this mean for us?" Marriam whispered, her voice barely a breath, her heart still racing from the intensity of their encounter.

Jay sighed softly, pressing his forehead against hers. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I know I don't regret it... not for a second." He kissed her softly, lingering, as if trying to capture this moment and

hold it forever.

Marriam smiled, a small, knowing smile. "Neither do I," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "But things just got a lot more complicated..."

Jay chuckled softly, pulling her closer, their bodies still entwined. "Complicated doesn't even begin to cover it," he murmured, kissing her again, the promise of more to come lingering in the air between them.