After Sergei left, I felt sad. Those last memories from the night — his touches, my own uncontrollable moaning, and that sorrowful goodbye — haunted me for days. I was confused and felt a little guilty. I decided it was time to put an end to all the complications. I focused completely on my work with the difficult-to-manage boys’ class, organized extra lessons, and poured all my energy into teaching. And strangely enough,...

In the dim room, Sergei stood beside my bed wearing only dark boxer briefs. The streetlight flowed in through the window, painting soft shadows across his muscular body — the contours of his broad shoulders, powerful chest, and tight abs. His deep, almost black eyes were locked onto me, filled with raw hunger. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. He had seen me at my most intimate moment — lower body completely exposed, l...

I got home at seven. Laura was already there, bustling in the kitchen with her dark brown hair loose. “Stella, how was your day?” she asked, stirring cocoa. “Come, have some cocoa!” I nodded. “Good… it was a good day,” I mumbled, my voice trembling as my face flushed again. I sat at the table with the cup in hand and told her about my unexpected first adventure at the photo studio. She listened with sparkling eyes and enc...