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Daphne stared, panting, into the sunlight beaming through the room's floor-to-ceiling windows. Relief filler her lungs.

Long fingers curled around her shoulder.

She screamed.
From History Lessons
As far as she could tell, men in academia fell into two categories: They either went for someone so closely aligned to their own research that the couple became the disciplinary equivalent of siblings, or they chose to marry women with the intellectual aspirations of a house cat.
From History Lessons
The #deerlivesmatter signs from protestors had caused Daphne's eyes to become temporarily glued to her brain, they had rolled so far back in her skull.
From History Lessons
He didn't look at her, instead keeping his gaze on the piles of books still waiting to be returned to their shelves.

"Which one do you want to borrow?" she asked him after another moment's silence.

He carefully picked up a copy of Marie NDiaye's Trois femmes puissantes. Long fingers traced the black swirls of letters against the yellowed paper of an open page. "All of them.
From History Lessons
What's going on with you? You're moping more than you did when Latrice Royale got kicked off Drag Race.
From History Lessons
His long limbs propelled his body in Daphne's direction and she willed her knees not to buckle like a fainting Victorian heiress....

His smile almost took her out. Daphne tried to remember how humans breathed air -- inhale, exhale.
From History Lessons
Olivia was her problem student this term, a graduating senior who was so checked out she could give an overdue library book a run for its money.
From History Lessons
Some Wall Street bro in a slim suit was trying to talk up Elise, making the kind of googly eyes that would have sent even Cupid running for a trash can to vomit in...
From History Lessons
...Daphne willed herself to take a few steady breaths like a normal human. But he smelled nice and his skin looked soft and clear and he sat so comfortably at this seat in front of his computer as if he really was built to conduct archival queries online. Would it be weird if she told him he was a naturally good sitter?

Oh God, Daphne, what kind of a thought even is that?
From History Lessons
...I bumped into this guy outside the dean's office today. But I don't even know anything about him."

Just that I want to climb him like a tree, she added silently.
From History Lessons
Daphne stared, panting, into the sunlight beaming through the room's floor-to-ceiling windows. Relief filler her lungs.

Long fingers curled around her shoulder.

She screamed.
From History Lessons
As far as she could tell, men in academia fell into two categories: They either went for someone so closely aligned to their own research that the couple became the disciplinary equivalent of siblings, or they chose to marry women with the intellectual aspirations of a house cat.
From History Lessons
The #deerlivesmatter signs from protestors had caused Daphne's eyes to become temporarily glued to her brain, they had rolled so far back in her skull.
From History Lessons
He didn't look at her, instead keeping his gaze on the piles of books still waiting to be returned to their shelves.

"Which one do you want to borrow?" she asked him after another moment's silence.

He carefully picked up a copy of Marie NDiaye's Trois femmes puissantes. Long fingers traced the black swirls of letters against the yellowed paper of an open page. "All of them.
From History Lessons
What's going on with you? You're moping more than you did when Latrice Royale got kicked off Drag Race.
From History Lessons
His long limbs propelled his body in Daphne's direction and she willed her knees not to buckle like a fainting Victorian heiress....

His smile almost took her out. Daphne tried to remember how humans breathed air -- inhale, exhale.
From History Lessons
Olivia was her problem student this term, a graduating senior who was so checked out she could give an overdue library book a run for its money.
From History Lessons
Some Wall Street bro in a slim suit was trying to talk up Elise, making the kind of googly eyes that would have sent even Cupid running for a trash can to vomit in...
From History Lessons
...Daphne willed herself to take a few steady breaths like a normal human. But he smelled nice and his skin looked soft and clear and he sat so comfortably at this seat in front of his computer as if he really was built to conduct archival queries online. Would it be weird if she told him he was a naturally good sitter?

Oh God, Daphne, what kind of a thought even is that?
From History Lessons
...I bumped into this guy outside the dean's office today. But I don't even know anything about him."

Just that I want to climb him like a tree, she added silently.
From History Lessons
Daphne stared, panting, into the sunlight beaming through the room's floor-to-ceiling windows. Relief filler her lungs.

Long fingers curled around her shoulder.

She screamed.
From History Lessons
As far as she could tell, men in academia fell into two categories: They either went for someone so closely aligned to their own research that the couple became the disciplinary equivalent of siblings, or they chose to marry women with the intellectual aspirations of a house cat.
From History Lessons
The #deerlivesmatter signs from protestors had caused Daphne's eyes to become temporarily glued to her brain, they had rolled so far back in her skull.
From History Lessons
He didn't look at her, instead keeping his gaze on the piles of books still waiting to be returned to their shelves.

"Which one do you want to borrow?" she asked him after another moment's silence.

He carefully picked up a copy of Marie NDiaye's Trois femmes puissantes. Long fingers traced the black swirls of letters against the yellowed paper of an open page. "All of them.
From History Lessons
What's going on with you? You're moping more than you did when Latrice Royale got kicked off Drag Race.
From History Lessons
His long limbs propelled his body in Daphne's direction and she willed her knees not to buckle like a fainting Victorian heiress....

His smile almost took her out. Daphne tried to remember how humans breathed air -- inhale, exhale.
From History Lessons
Olivia was her problem student this term, a graduating senior who was so checked out she could give an overdue library book a run for its money.
From History Lessons
Some Wall Street bro in a slim suit was trying to talk up Elise, making the kind of googly eyes that would have sent even Cupid running for a trash can to vomit in...
From History Lessons
...Daphne willed herself to take a few steady breaths like a normal human. But he smelled nice and his skin looked soft and clear and he sat so comfortably at this seat in front of his computer as if he really was built to conduct archival queries online. Would it be weird if she told him he was a naturally good sitter?

Oh God, Daphne, what kind of a thought even is that?
From History Lessons
...I bumped into this guy outside the dean's office today. But I don't even know anything about him."

Just that I want to climb him like a tree, she added silently.
From History Lessons