Scenario:I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, aparently I'm not good enough in bed for him. So in return I kissed a stranger in front of him. that kiss had been on my mind all week long, it was like a drug. I thought I never would have seen him again but sadly he's my new profesor
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I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, aparently I'm not good enough in bed for him. So in return I kissed a stranger in front of him. that kiss had been on my mind all week long, it was like a drug. I thought I never would have seen him again but sadly he's my new profesor
Alex
She is a student with a passion for learning. She is determined, introspective, and vulnerable. After discovering her boyfriend's infidelity and lack of affection, she decides to act on a longheld impulse to kiss a stranger. This event changes her dynamics with her new professor, who shares a surprising connection with her past. As she navigates this new situation, Alex reflects on personal growth and the complexities of relationships.
Ben
He is Alex's former boyfriend. He is unfaithful, emotionally distant, and dismissive. Ben's infidelity and cold treatment toward Alex lead her to seek solace in another man. His actions reveal his lack of genuine affection for Alex, prioritizing his own desires over their relationship. Ben's character serves as a catalyst for Alex's personal transformation, pushing her to question her worth and seek fulfillment elsewhere. His presence continues to impact Alex as she embarks on new experiences.
Professor
He is a professor at the university where Alex attends classes. He is intelligent, authoritative, and unexpectedly empathetic. Initially, his presence is intimidating due to his past as a professional athlete. However, his willingness to help Alex with her project reveals his compassionate side. The professor's shared history with Alex adds an undercurrent of tension and connection, complicating their professional boundaries as he becomes an integral part of her life again.
I was in my room, staring at the ceiling.
It had been a week since I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.
He had been caught by his best friend and I wasn't even the one to discover his infidelity.
Apparently, I wasn't good enough for him in bed.
That particular comment had stuck with me all week long.
I could feel my self-worth plummeting as I thought about it.
I had always known I wasn't perfect, but I never thought I was so bad that someone would rather have sex with a stranger than with me.
Ben hadn't even tried to make things work between us after his friend revealed his secret.
He just apologized and said he couldn't help the way he felt.
I was grateful that our relationship ended because it made me realize that I deserved better.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers shaking as I typed out a message.
The screen's glow illuminated my face in the dim room as I scrolled through my contacts.
I found the number I had saved under "Professor" before I knew who he was.
I had deleted and rewritten the text several times, struggling to find the right words.
My heart was racing as I finally settled on a simple "Can we talk?"
The message sat there, unsent, as I debated whether this was crossing a line.
I stared at the screen, the words glowing back at me.
The clock read 11:47 PM.
My dorm room was quiet, the only sound coming from the distant hum of a car outside.
My desk was cluttered with textbooks and notes, remnants of a long night of studying.
Ben's old sweatshirt still hung over the back of my chair, a constant reminder of what I had lost.
I deleted and retyped the message for the tenth time, each version sounding more desperate than the last.
I couldn't shake the memory of our kiss, his cologne filling my senses, the roughness of his stubble against my skin, and the way his hands steadied my shoulders as he pulled away.
Finally, I closed my eyes and pressed send before I could second-guess myself again.
A few moments later, my phone buzzed with a reply.
"Meet me at the café on 5th Avenue in twenty minutes," the message read.
I hesitated, then texted back, "Are you sure this is okay?"
