That Night in the Library

I'll never forget that night at the university library. She was a timid thing, barely eighteen, and I knew it from the moment she approached me for help with her studies. We had a connection beyond just the books; there was something between us that wasn't quite student-teacher. One day, as she poured over her notes, I couldn't resist anymore. We left the quiet sanctuary of the stacks for a more private space and let the lines blur. It was intense, but consensual, and we both knew it wouldn't last past our time together in those hallowed halls.