A Taste of my male student 002

“Relax, Miss Bennett,” he says gently, his grip tightening. “Just...relax. Hear me out, and then decide what you want to do.”

I don’t like the sound of that.

Well, part of me does. But most of me is freaking the hell out. But I can’t show weakness, not to him, and not to myself. I have to at least p...