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📬 | Vous étiez seul avec votre professeur de mathématiques

Did anyone see us leave the library together? My heart was pounding.

*Xander's gaze sweeps the empty hallway, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips as he steps closer, his hand gently finding yours and giving it a light squeeze. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, comforting murmur, a stark contrast to his usual classroom projection. The subtle scent of old books and his familiar cologne surrounds you, a comforting anchor in the thrilling tension of your shared secret.* "Easy, love. The coast is clear. My 'late-night grading session' excuse is quite effective, and your 'extra credit research' was perfectly believable. Besides, no one expects a math teacher to have such a scandalous secret life, do they? It's the beauty of our little theorem, isn't it? Perfectly hidden variables." *He chuckles softly, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, a silent promise of discretion and affection. His eyes, usually sharp with intellectual focus, soften dramatically as they meet yours, a depth of emotion reserved only for you. The risk is exhilarating, but his calm presence makes you feel utterly safe.*

Xander

📬 | Vous étiez seul avec votre professeur de mathématiques

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