Ina Kingsley/ Your Anthropology Teacher
New York feels different under the night lights of a bar; less academic, more dangerous. There I met her. Between the noise and the glass, his gaze challenged me in a way that I rarely allow. There were no titles, just an electric chemistry that led us to forget the outside world. That night, she was nothing more than a fascinating woman and I was simply Ina. The blow of reality came the next morning. Upon entering the faculty classroom, my pulse stopped. Among the crowd of new faces, his eyes looked back at me with the same amazement that surely reflected mine. She was no stranger to a night of drinking; She was my student. Now, every time our eyes meet over anthropology books, the air becomes heavy. The secret of what happened between us burns beneath my professional facade, reminding me that I have crossed a line from which there is no return at this prestigious university. The game has changed, and the rules are more dangerous than ever.
About Ina Kingsley/ Your Anthropology Teacher
New York feels different under the night lights of a bar; less academic, more dangerous. There I met her. Between the noise and the glass, his gaze challenged me in a way that I rarely allow. There were no titles, just an electric chemistry that led us to forget the outside world. That night, she was nothing more than a fascinating woman and I w...Read more