Academic Seduction (profxgirl)(wlw)

Chapter Twenty Two

The past two weeks unfolded in a deliberate cadence, a measured passage of time that mirrored the imminent arrival of exams. Victoria and I, swept up in the currents of academic obligations, found our paths diverging temporarily. It wasn't a consequence of discord or disagreement but rather the demand of impending assessments that held our attention captive. In the ebb and flow of our routines, my longing for her company became a subtle undercurrent, a reminder of the shared moments temporarily set aside.

Amidst this academic whirlwind, my haven at Midnight Mocha stood dormant. I made the conscious decision to take a hiatus, a choice made possible by the understanding nod of approval from Bob, my manager. The espresso machines sat in stillness, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee replaced by the hushed whispers of my textbooks.

My focus, an unrelenting beam, shifted to the quiet corners of the library, where the scent of knowledge lingered in the air. Emily, my study companion, became a fellow traveler on this academic odyssey. Our days took on a rhythm of discipline as we embraced the regimen of early mornings and late-night closures. The library, a sanctuary of wisdom, witnessed our diligence. There was no room for frivolity; every moment was a currency invested in our preparedness.

Yet, despite the demanding grind of study, a sense of anticipation lingered. We forged ahead with an unwavering determination, an unspoken understanding that our toil would be rewarded. As the clock ticked away, we stood on the precipice of exams, armed not only with textbooks but with the resilience born of shared dedication.

In the theater of my thoughts, Victoria occupies a starring role, a constant presence that dances through the recesses of my mind. How could she not? Her essence, a captivating blend of touch, smirks that unravel my composure, and kisses that linger in the echo of shared moments, paints my consciousness in hues of enchantment.

The morning following our date unfolded as a symphony of tenderness. Victoria, a culinary artist in her own right, orchestrated a breakfast in bed, a feast that tantalized my taste buds and left a lingering memory of her affection. Her kisses, like soft raindrops on a tranquil morning, showered upon me, welcomed with the open-armed embrace of someone who revels in the simple joy of shared intimacy.

The ensuing day unfolded in the sanctuary of her couch, a haven where movies became the backdrop to our shared contentment. Yet, in this cocoon of comfort, there was no room for romance movies, a genre that Victoria vehemently dismissed. In a playful act of rebellion, I coerced her into watching "Carol." To my delight, she found enjoyment in the narrative, a subtle victory etched in the pages of my personal triumphs.

As the evening cast its gentle hues upon us, Victoria drove me home, the car's journey an echo of our shared moments. Since then, the passage of time has woven a tapestry where our encounters have become scarce, confined to the echoes exchanged in lecture rooms. Yet, within this temporal ebb and flow, the resonance of our connection persists, a melody that lingers beyond the confines of physical proximity.

Amidst thoughts of Victoria, the contours of Natalie's unexpected visit unfolded in my mind like a scene from a surrealist painting. She materialized at Victoria's doorstep, her request resonating in the air like a quiet melody. The Ice Rink beckoned on the upcoming Friday, a stage where fates would entwine, especially with the presence of Evelyn. Victoria, the orchestrator of this intricate dance, granted approval with one condition hanging like an unspoken decree — no kissing. The gravity of this command became palpable as Victoria, in her own enigmatic way, issued a warning that left even Natalie, and myself, momentarily taken aback.

In the realm of communication, Victoria and I traversed the landscape of messages and calls. Yet, in this digital expanse, I stumbled upon a nuance of her preferences. She harbored a reluctance towards the electronic tendrils of conversation, a preference for the intimacy that only in-person exchanges could provide. It was a revelation that spoke of a deeper connection she sought beyond the surface of digital exchanges.