He pulled me inside at the old, rustic green shed surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery. The scent of blossoms lingered in the air, but I could barely focus on it. Our lips finally claimed each other again, as my back was pressed firmly against the back door, the outside world fading away. 
I only hear our heavy breaths, his hands trailed towards my neck, our kisses deepens as if we're longing, thirsty for pleasure for each other. A gasp escaped from my mouth as he shifted me backwards looking at my reflection from the glass door. 
I should be worried but thankfully—the garden shed was made of reflective glass, shielding us from prying us. 
His warm kisses pressed on my skin, I can feel my body hot as I started to pant. His fingers trailed in my thigh sending shivers rippling down my spine. The warmth of his lips hovered in my neck. As he reached my core, teasing it with his fingers. 
I let out a breathless gasp as he started toying it, I felt myself unraveling, my thoughts consumed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
“You like this don't you—you have the chance to push me flower” He whispered, he held my cheeks with a steady grip, his eyes locked on our mirrored faces. 
“Yet you didn't and there’s no turning back” he said. He reached that spot that made my heart race, making my mind go mad. My body arched a glimpse of stars from the glass ceiling, but it was the feeling of overwhelming pleasure that consumed me. 
His hands gripped my cheeks, tilting my face toward my reflection. compelling me to see myself.  
“Look at yourself, Isn't that the face of a perfect student letting my fingers play your core hm?” 
I was unable to speak as his thumb kept playing with my core. He immediately inserted his forefinger inside of me. I was about to moan loudly as he crashed his lips in mine. I heard a distant laugh from outside. 
Yet he kept going, he deepened the kissing slides his tongue as he kept going, playing my womanhood.
He pulled gently gripping my face leaning back and whispers “How a naughty student you are, turned on how my fingers fucks you in a public garden” I saw his smirk from the reflection. 
“I can't—” I gasped, moaning, unable to complete my sentences. My mind was going mad rolling my eyes. 
He stopped pressing my core. “You can't… what? Flower ” His fingers entered slowly teasing my system.
“Please” I gasped, my voice barely audible, “I need to—Oh God…” My voice trembled raw and needy, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper heavy with desire. 
He starts to rub, playing my womanhood as my moans get louder. “Professor, I need to come…” I said pleading, my breath hitching every word. 
As he fulfilled what I've begged, he let my fingers slide again faster, my mind was clouded, moans were uncontrollable and my body arched as I reached climax. 
I was gasping for air, my knees trembling, on the verge of losing my balance when he swiftly caught me. He carried me in his arms. He sat on an old, long wooden chair, guiding me sit on his lap, as I rested on his shoulder. I felt my stamina get drained as I heard him chuckle. 
“You don't want to sleep in the middle of a party, Flower,” he said, smiling , caressing my cheek. 
Oh shoot—I completely forgot all about it, I bet they're looking for me now. I wanted to leave but the moment with him is too good and I am not ready to pull back. 
“We both know the consequences after what we did right?” I asked him. 
He smiled. “I do, and I don't regret it—There’s no turning back” he smiled, giving me a soft kiss. 
I smiled at him leaning on his shoulder. “There's no turning back” I whispered back. 
We made it through the party again, trying our best to blend in and pretend that nothing had happened between us, for Thorne he looked so expert about it and as for me I was nervous and trying to keep myself busy. 
“Zaira! There you are, Stella and Callista were looking for you” 
I was startled when I heard Ainsley’s voice, she was presentable as always, especially as she wore a tulle ivory dress.
“Hi I was having trouble in the bathroom, I was having a stomach ache” I said. I felt like a sinner when I lied to my friends. 
“Really? Are you alright now?” she asked. 
“Yes I am, thank you” I said. 
Minutes later, we enjoyed the party with my friends and according to Stella her father approved of us as her friends. Stella was one of the best performing students in her department and all of my friends are. The king is relieved about it as well. As majority of the parents had left, The Apothecaries department immediately threw a party. 
Callista immediately waved her body, as if she was the only one on the dance floor—she held Stella’s hand as if they were a duo dancing. Both of them pulled Ainsley and I to the dance floor, As I consumed enough liquor to gain confidence. 
Though I can feel an eye piercing towards my direction, a chill ran down my spine. Though I shook it off and enjoyed my time with my friends. 
                               Thorne
As there parents left, the students decided to party on their own. The faculties left and some joined in with the students. I was the balcony glancing at the students yet my eyes remained focused on her 
Pale skin that caught the light just right, hair so white it was almost silver, and a smile that could bring men to their knees. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was... captivating. Even from where I stood, I swore I could hear her laugh soft and unguarded carrying over the noise as she danced with her friends.
Her smile is the most precious thing that I've seen, even though I'm meters away from her. I took another sip of the wine in my hand, its bitterness lingering on my tongue a sharp contrast to the memory as I claimed her lips began to haunt me. It was fleeting, that piece of memory was living in my mind rent-free. 
Later that night, I decided to stay in my dormitory in Hipocralis Academy.I stood in the shadows, watching as she and her friends disappeared into the entrance of the women’s dormitory. Only then did I turn away, feeling a faint sense of relief.
I walked towards my dormitory and had it opened when I heard the door closed behind me
Instinct took over. In a split second, I dodged the attack, the blade missing me by a breath. With a sharp twist, I caught his arms, locking them behind his back and slamming his body against the table. The sound of his struggle echoed in the room, but I kept my grip firm.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I hissed tightening its hold. Only an idiot have the guts to enter my dormitory. 
His odd, familiar chuckle echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. Without hesitation, I yanked off his mask, revealing dark brown eyes, messy curls, and a smirk that could irritate even the most patient man.
 
“It's been awhile, Ackerman” He said, the smile deepening. 
“It's been awhile, North, and your attacks are pathetic as ever” I said smirking,
stepping back. 
North Lancaster. One of the royal spies—Blackwell’s most trusted men. Blackwell had allowed me to enlist him to piece together the mystery of my parents’ deaths. The last time I saw him was when I first arrived in this realm.
“Ouch! that hurts” he said as he caressed his wrists dramatically. 
“I was about to greet you at the party. It was an opportunity to attack you while you gazed at that albino woman” he said smirking. 
“Even if you did, I can manage to pin you down” I shot back, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring two glasses. I slid one toward him before taking a sip of my own.
Silence fell between us, tension thickening the air. My patience was running thin.
“And I believe you have something for me,” I said, my voice low, but firm. 
He was silent, drinking his whiskey. “About that albino woman” He said with a teasing tone. 
“Coffey, right?” he said, grinning like he’d struck a nerve. 
My pulse throbbed in my temple and my eyes narrowed.
“Cut to the chase, North, I don't want anymore cliff hangers” I said to him. 
He chuckled, his amusement only irritating me further. “Your mother’s death,” he said, leaning forward, his voice suddenly serious, “is somehow connected to hers.”
The glass in my hand trembled as his words sank in, the weight of them sparking something dark and dangerous inside me.