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That was close. Too damn close.

I shouldn’t have done that. I was gambling it all for just a burning curiosity. That is so unlike me. I am definitely not a risk taker.

I break into a run in the direction of the college. At least I’m not lost today. I’m starting to get a hang of the layout of Crystal River.

Professor Penmayne is so mysterious. Why wasn’t he in class today? He certainly doesn’t look sick.

And why can’t I stop thinking about him?

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SPENCER

Olivia Weldon walks purposefullytoward me across the park in the middle of Crystal River with the stride of a strong woman hurt and seeking retribution. I’m standing by the playground, my hands by my side, rooted to the spot as the girl approaches.

She wants to talk to me.

She wants to talk about something serious.

I know she wants to talk about something that’s going to change everything, but it’s something I can’t quite pick out.

Whatever it is, it isn’t good.

I’ve done something to her.

If only I could get her to know me. Understand me. Maybe then she won’t confront me over something I don’t even know I’ve done wrong.

She’s rejected my advances, and yet she still wants to talk to me.

I want to calm her. I want to wipe that incensed frown from her face. I want to run my hands through her brown hair. I want to stare deep into her eyes. I want to kiss her pretty lips. I want to hold her.

I want to do countless untold things to her.

I want her to moan my name.

I want to see her face when I make her cum.

I want to see her writhing in pleasure.

Anything but to see her angry, like this, with me.

If only I could make her mine...

I wake up in a sweat. I draw in a deep breath and sit upright in my bed.

It was just that dream... that very same dream that’s haunting me for what seems like an eternity now.

I've been waking up in the same way every day for the past few weeks. My nighttime imaginings have only heightened in intensity since I first encountered that haunting girl in the flesh.

She is very much real, Spencer.

She isn’t a ghost. She isn’t a figment of my mind.

She is your student.

I look around my room.

My empty house in one of the nicest streets of Crystal River.

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