Amber could hardly focus on her other classes anymore. Every thought circled back to Kabir. His voice during lectures. The way his black eyes seemed to peel away her layers. The dreams where he commanded her without a single touch. She sat through history and literature, notebook open but mind elsewhere, feeling the constant throb between her legs. Her body had become a traitor. Nipples hardening at random memories. Panties damp from nothing but a fleeting thought of his smile.
It had been two weeks since he confessed to sharing her dreams. Two weeks of stolen glances in class. No more private words. Just that intense stare that made her squirm in her seat. She wanted more. Needed it. But cultural chains held her back. Marriage first. Honor. Family.
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