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Sienna.
I could barely believe he’d asked me.
The conference was a big deal—an academic event out of state, one Adrian could’ve attended with any number of students or colleagues. The invitation was simple: an email, formal on the surface, but beneath the lines, every word pulsed with double meaning.
“You’ve been selected to assist with the department’s research presentation. If you’re able to join us for the annual symposium, accommodations will be provided.”
He’d included the address of the hotel, the conference schedule, the name of the presentation he was giving. But all I saw was the thrill beneath it—us, together, somewhere no one knew our faces. A place to be anonymous and reckless. A place where I could pretend, just for a weekend, that I wasn’t his student and he wasn’t my
