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to lean in a little to hear him.
    "You are?"
    "I haven't been able to tell anyone who I really was since I left home. Shifters weren't allowed to attend UW - Madison when I went, but my dad isn't a shifter and my mom had passed away so she wasn't on any of my paperwork. I was able to slip in under the radar. But it was so hard to be careful, I couldn't even trust my best friends with this information."
    "That must have been awful," said Saylor, her voice low. Her heart fluttered when Ryan leaned in the hear her.
    "It was, but it was good too. I enjoyed being treated as a full human, no more of the second class citizenship. That was why I decided to come here instead of go back to teach in Minnesota and live with my dad. I wanted to keep that freedom for a little while."
    Ryan sighed and rubbed at the stubble growing on his chin.
    "I sometimes felt like I was running too far away from my problems. I couldn't have a real relationship with anyone, let alone a romantic relationship, but now you're here."
    He locked eyes with Saylor and she stopped breathing for a moment.
    "I can trust you, right?" He asked.
    "You can always trust me," she said. She reached forward and stroked the side of his face. Her fingers tingled as she ran over his warm skin and the rough stubble. He leaned into her touch.
    "I really like you, Saylor," he said, reaching out and tracing her lips with his finger tips. Saylor's heart was pounding out of her chest.
    "Is this okay?" He asked her. "I am your professor."
    "I don't mind," she said, smiling. "I have a thing for older guys. As long as this doesn't get us in trouble."
    He grinned, "I'm very good at keeping secrets."
    Ryan leaned forward, closing the gap between their lips. The kiss was light, his lips soft against Saylor's. It was like nothing she ever imagined and somehow perfect. Saylor leaned into the kiss, letting all the tension and nerves she felt earlier melt away. They were here, on this perfect spring night, kissing.
    Saylor moved her hand to the side of Ryan's face, tracing the side of his face. Under the stubble, and the slight baby face, his cheekbones were high and sharp. His jaw was strong and square, like a superheroes, and his lips were so soft against hers.
    Ryan moved his hand over her body, cupping her cheek. She leaned into the touch, the warm hand and slight callus of his palms. Heat pooled between her thighs, something she now associated with Ryan. God, this felt so good.
    His hand moved from Saylor's cheek and down her neck, stopping where her shirt gapped open. Her nipples pebbled, turning hard as rocks at just the whisper of his hand on her breasts. Her heartbeat quickened.
    Oh my god, she thought, please touch me there. Oh my god. I can't take it.
    Ryan deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue across her bottom lip. Saylor gasped, opening her mouth, letting him enter her. Their tongues flicked together, gently stroking their tender organs. Saylor wanted to climb on top of him and rip off his shirt. Instead, she turned on her side, angling her body toward him, running her hand up his strong arms and wide shoulders.
    "You're gorgeous," Ryan said, breaking to take a breath.
    Saylor grabbed his head and pulled him back into the kiss. He teased the soft skin at the top of her breasts with the pads of his fingers. Goosebumps broke out wherever he touched her. Saylor felt her hips move, on their own, against Ryan's thigh in a light grind. He bit down on her lower lip. She moaned.
    Saylor grabbed Ryan's hand and led it under her shirt. In that moment, she did not care that she was heavier than she wanted to be, that she was embarrassed by the bumps and curves of her body, or that this was the first time she had male attention since high school. All she cared about was the feeling of Ryan's hand, red hot against her wanting flesh.
    He deepened the kiss, turning to meet her body. They faced each other in the sand, his leg pressing between her thighs, hips to hips, mouth to mouth. Saylor