"And it looks like you even don't care.." Zeva stated caressing his light stubble on his clean shaved chiseled face.
Karl gulped the lump on his throat and said, "I am your professor, Zeva. If it reaches the university administrations, you might even get rusticated."
Hearing him, Zeva chuckled and said, "Call me more by my name, rather than Miss Zeva. It feels so nice to hear. And coming back to your question…" Zeva traced the skin near his lips, making his heart shudder that she did not know, and said, "And who is going to inform them, Karl? Hm?"
Then staring into his eyes, she said, "Because, I can tell, definitely not you."
That had Karl raising his eyebrow in curiosity and he asked, "And how can you tell that?" And without even their realisation, both of them had started speaking in whispers. And their close proximity did not even hinder anything, but just made the atmosphere even more sensual.
