Her mind raced, this was wrong, so wrong. He was her student, and she was supposed to guide him, not melt under his touch. But it had been so long since she'd felt this, the kind of touch that made her feel alive, wanted. Her husband's absence, the years of restraint, weighed heavy, and Jae's hands were unraveling her resolve.
She turned in his arms, unable to resist, her hands hesitating before gripping his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. It was tentative at first, her lips soft against his, but it deepened fast, tongues tangling messy, her moans muffled into his mouth as he kissed back with that calm strength.
The counter dug into her hips, the forgotten bread pushed aside, crumbs scattering on the wood, grounding the moment in the everyday simplicity of her quarters.
