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Diana.
She was seated on the steps, her dark hair loose against her bare back, and an empty bowl of cereal placed next to her. She still had last night's lovely dress - the sexiest fucking red dress he had ever seen, with her tits threatening to spill out every time her body trembled the slightest bit. But she had ditched her stilettos and gone barefoot, and the sight of it was erotic.
He must've made some noise after that. Or maybe it was her soul finally heeding the call of his own. Either way, she was suddenly twisting around, and his face appeared to have mirrored his fears, because she only took one look at him, and then she was once again rushing towards him—-
Bam.
His arms closed around her the moment she slammed into his embrace.
Looking down, he started to joke about her penchant for crashing into him, but she beat him to speaking.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was wobbling. "I'm so sorry." And her eyes were welling up with tears. "I didn't think you'd even think I would leave you."
Ah.
And just like that, he was no longer in any mood to fuck around.
Just like that, he could no longer hold the words back.
Just like that, she owned him.
"I love you." The words were ripped out of him.
"And I you." She was crying again. "So, so much."
"But I thought youleftme."
"I never would."
"I wouldn't have run after you if you had."
"Then I'd have c-come after you."
His arms tightened around her, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her body shake against him.
"I don't think I can ever make it," he said hoarsely, "if you leave me."
"Then stop thinking of it." He felt her fingers grip his shirt. "Because it will never happen."
And for countless moments, they simply stood there, listening to each other's heartbeats. It made the most beautiful music because every beat meant the both of them still lived,together.
"Professor..."
He looked down at her.
"Make love to me?"