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A Lesson in Truth

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David’s a graduate student about to finish his thesis. Michael’s his advisor and former instructor.

The two shouldn’t have feelings for each other, but after two years of friendship and longing,

David can no longer deny what he’s feeling. Is Michael ready to accept being more than a

teacher to a man fifteen years younger? And if they give into their desires, is it only a way for

them to say goodbye?

A Lesson in Truth

by Sloan Parker

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked. My voice squeaked in a way that bothered me almost as much as his

words.

“You know what,” Michael said, his gaze focused on the stapled pages of my latest

chapters lying before him, a red pen in his hand as if he was going to grade my work with me

sitting right there.

I stared at him, hoping to hell he’d say more without me needing to add anything else to

the conversation. The squeak was bound to emerge again. No need to remind him I was fifteen

years his junior. Squeaking might give him a clue.

He ditched the pen with a flick and ran his hand through his hair. The dark strands

popped up and gave his hair a spiky guise that made him look too young to be a tenured

professor, too vulnerable to be telling me we were over. We hadn’t even started. One kiss. One

long, beautiful kiss that ruined me for all other men and he was calling it quits?

“I’ve asked Professor Shields to take you on,” he said. “He’s familiar with your thesis

and knows the field of research well enough.”

My stomach did a flip-flop thing I could only recall it doing one other time in my life —

waiting in my dad’s car as he took my dog into the vet’s office for the last time. Was I going to

vomit like I did then? Was I going to lose it sitting across from Michael, his metal desk between

us, a wall of ungraded midterms blocking the way? I’d been in his office every week for the past

two years. How did I not know where the trash can was?

“David, you’re not saying anything.”

Yeah, I wasn’t. I was busy holding down the Cap’n Crunch I’d inhaled for dinner. That’s

what I got for eating a kids’ cereal. Why’d I buy that shit anyway? Because I had no self control.

I never could turn down what I desired — no matter how bad it was for me.

“David.” That was his professor voice. The one he used when someone else was within

hearing distance. Not the one he’d used for the past year. Not the one he used when we were

alone. He was leaning his elbows on the desk, his eyes wide, the spiky hair still an issue, but the

vulnerability the mussed hair had caused was gone. Or maybe it had been my imagination.

“What?” I said. “You want me to work with someone else? Fine.”

“Don’t say it like that. You know I don’t have any other choice.”

“Right.”

“We kissed last night. Do you want to pretend that didn’t happen?”

Was he crazy? I’d waited two years to feel his lips on mine. Nothing he said would erase

it from my memory. Even if he wanted to forget. Even if he wanted to believe we hadn’t been

more than professor and student, more than friends, for a long time.

I forced myself out of the chair. I was a half-step from the door. Then why couldn’t I

make a move toward it?

Because this was it. I had lost my chance with him. Lost the possibility of having both a

friend and a lover, having a partner who understood me like no one I’d ever dated, who was

smart and funny and the sexiest man I’d ever known.

I reached for the printed chapters I had handed him five minutes earlier. No way was I

leaving them behind. He was done being my advisor. He was done being my best friend. Done

being my anything. The papers rattled with the shake of my hand.

Michael stood and stepped around the desk. “God, babe. Come here.” He didn’t wait for

me to move. He came to me and pulled me against him, holding me in his arms.

I dropped the pages as he traced an invisible path up and down my back.

“I didn’t think it would upset you this much.” Not his professor voice. Could he just stop

fucking talking?

Apparently not.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

I lowered my head to his shoulder. Two years I had waited to be in his arms and this was

all I was ever going to get. I turned toward his neck and breathed deep. He smelled of the

cologne he always wore, but it was stronger from this distance. Almost as strong as when I wore

the same stuff on the weekends — an action that gave me a bit of a stalker vibe, but I didn’t care. I

wanted to smell him on my sheets. Apparently it had been a wise choice. That was the only way

I was ever going to have his scent there.

I searched out his skin with my tongue. The salty, rich taste burst into my mouth. I craved

more. I opened wider and sucked in the warmth of him.

“God, David.” He gripped the back of my head. Was he going to make me stop? He held

me against him and tilted his head back.

I wound my arms around his waist and took one small step until our bodies smashed

together, leaving not an inch of air between us.

Michael moaned.

Good thing his room was at the end of a long hall. Good thing it was too late for office

hours.

The soft sound surged adrenaline and lust throughout my body. My dick filled, and I

worked my way to his lips.

The kiss wasn’t soft and slow like the one the night before. It was a kiss between two

men who’d spent a damn long time dreaming of this moment, both turned on and ready to feel

something more, ready to consummate a year-long love affair we had tried to pretend didn’t

exist.

Only I hadn’t pretended as much as he. I had let myself imagine it all — the touching, the

lovemaking, the nights spent in his bed.

Oddly, the one daydream I hadn’t pictured was us fucking in his office.

The mental images spurred me on. I wanted him to lay me over his desk, his laptop and

the stack of midterms pushed aside, and do every beautiful, naughty thing I’d been dreaming of

until I screamed his name.

Michael touched the side of my face and retreated from the kiss.

That was it, then. The last taste I’d ever have.

He still held my face in his hand, though. Until he moved his hand lower. And lower. He

reached the bottom of my shirt and gripped the fabric in both fists. He tugged the shirt over my

head. “I want to feel you.” He threw off his own shirt. “Been dying to feel your body against

mine.”

His hands on my bare chest took away any resistance I could’ve voiced. I didn’t care

what it all meant for him. I wanted it.

I wanted him.

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