The weeks of teasing had pushed Amber to the brink. The daily almond ritual in the staff room had changed her body in ways she could no longer hide. Her breasts were fuller, heavier, aching constantly with a deep need that only Kabir's presence seemed to soothe. Nipples dark and erect, brushing against fabric until she was wet from morning to night. She touched herself obsessively, imagining his mouth finally on them, sucking the ache away. But he always stopped short, feeding her more almonds, staring, whispering promises, hands cupping but never latching.

Kabir was suffering too. The sight of her swollen breasts, the way she begged with those huge amber eyes, tested his restraint to its limit. He needed her mouth. Needed to taste her surrender.