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ound my knee-length flare dress. My chest rises tightly, stretching the fitted upper pa
ner of my vision, watching the l
rocking against each other. The DJ's music hits loudly in the air,
r being here. My insides scream at me to turn ba
felt when my professor sent me the location for
didn't say a word, despite my questions, asking him why he keeps failing me, what I
at me for so long that I thou
e, only for a letter to ap
know why you
Lotus Bar
ounge
cked. Dum
s here, a bar on the outskirts o
o this kind of place, but I want to believe it's definitel
ken by him because he rejects them, so what would he want with an a
o make sure I don't fail his course again. Coming back to r
, but it's all the same. And the annoying thing is that my answers are a
he keeps failing me. I
arting to h
n him, yes. Al
sor Se
f.
tall, l
tyled blonde hair. Sharp j
irls'
mine
olution for me, and he fails me again, makes me rep
h on my wrist says it's almost eight. The last thing I want is to
limb higher up the stairs. My heart beg
no goi
. Very important.
e
p at five. The hallway is dark, pitch darkness and silence, almost like it's soundp
p speed, but I straighten. I swallow, remov
ance. And I'm g
door until I stand in front of it. I do
voice whisp
ercing. Jus
ock and push
a
rom the neon wall décor, gl
silent. I can almos
dark? Is it the theme o
the room, seeing onl
couch, the only couch in the room, placed against the wall. He's
wears anything
s beside him on the couch, neatly folded. A few buttons o
lass of wine in his hand. His posture is erect. A s
licks shut
something, because I'm starting to think he isn't
tr
mes low. Sm
ise. My bo
r maybe he isn't aware it'
b," I whisper, forci
so fast that I dra
and I swallow. Heat floods my body. My leg
e what I'm
't be Prof
curse. I've never h
hell is
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